Winter is the time of clouds.
It's hard to imagine how much light filters through the sky, even in this season of nine hour days, but for all of those nine hours, the sun is painting most of the earth in light even though we are getting the short end of the stick up here in the north right this minute. And as the clouds pass on their journey west, the best days are those when I remember to look up and see the sky; with clouds, the cold sun, or even dappled with stars.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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