I’m working this week in Reno, Nevada
, just downwind of some 10,000-foot peaks
. The sky – the clouds – are a real treat. Today I left the office under a giant airfoil. Curved like a bird’s wing, it stretched from its heavenly apex almost to the southern horizon. It was hard blinding white at the forward edge – so bright it was not a reflection but the sun itself at one end, where the bird’s head would be. High-speed white whisps streaked behind it over a short, darkening gray arc. I’m still seeing spots two hours later.