Yesterday when I jumped in the car to pick Steve up from the airport, the sky looked like this:
My iPhone really couldn't capture how beautifully gloomy and otherworldly it was. Dark Age priests, faced with such a sky, surely would have locked themselves in the chapel. Druids would have had a party (or would they? I'm not really sure how Druids reacted to the sky). In any case, it was strange and gorgeous -- I wish so desperately that I'd had a decent camera with me.
By the way, that was the sky at noon. I asked Steve if his flight from Dallas was bumpy, but apparently it was smooth and distinctly non-paranormal. By the time we were on our way back to the house, the sky had smoothed itself into a bland blanket of gray.
Letters to the Lost by Brigid Kemmerer
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