(Reno, NV) Fields of gold-green velour into black velvet forest rise to white mountains in an untroubled blue sky.
Yesterday I feared I’d be flying into snowstorms today, but the storm tracks shifted so both my flights were more or less on time. At Denver, clouds rose like vapours from a snow-speckled earth, and finally, back home, the cloud cover was almost complete with a delicate peach blush at sunset.
In Minnesota, spring and fall are the seasons when earth and sky exchange their moisture. In winter, the ground holds it in snow and ice; in summer, the air soaks it up as the ground dries out. But in spring and in fall, moisture moves freely, everywhere.