4°C (39.2°F) Extravagant. Generous. Beautiful. Driving home today I noticed the clouds before sunset: wild strokes – expansive gestures covering half the sky. Each turn, each break in the trees revealed a totally new perspective.
There was no end to it. In just being themselves, the sky, the clouds, the sun gave more than I could possibly receive, and then gave some more. I think I want to try that.
-2°C (28.4°F) Crisp and clear this morning. The entire horizon, even to the west, was pink at sunrise. You wouldn’t think pink could easily fade into blue, but that’s what it did. The sun’s light was warmer – yellower, oranger (is that a word?) – than usual for winter. It made the tree limbs into a warm brown, like in mid-autumn – like chocolate.