Walking to my Mom’s house the other night, I encountered a magnificent cloud. It looked like a volcano at the end of East Corriher Avenue.
I was reminded today, by a woman who spent most of her life in Wyoming, that the sky is rather small around here.
“So many trees,” she said. “The only sky you see is straight up. You don’t know where you are or where anything is.”
Well…that’s interesting. Yet, every once in awhile, we get something to look at (even here in NC).