January 10th, 2003 | General
on this day in… 2002

Later, flying away, clouds lie heavy over the mountains, pressing down, oozing gray tendrils tightening their grip. More come down from above, and eventually erase any sign of the ground.  

(Reno, NV) The fire of the sun is satisfied with the rain. All that remains this morning is a warm pink blush. Mountains of cloud lurk in the valleys, but they are sleeping.