As I was crossing the bridge on my way to work this morning, I looked up and over my left shoulder into the eastern sky.
The ragged shreds of last night's storm lay over the sun and I saw a huge, grey map in the sky. The dark billows looked like the atlas of a mythical continent, land of legends and mystery. The edges of the clouds were the coastline of this silver island of mist floating in an azure sea of sky.
The undulations of water vapor described vast and daunting mountain ranges crossed at peril by explorers of yore and wide desert expanses home to unimagined nomad cultures. Lifetimes, empires, even whole ages floating on the edge of reality played out in the sky in a brief flash of imagination.
As the wind eroded the sky-landscape, millenia passing in minutes, I returned to reality and continued down the road.
Posted by Roger at April 29, 2003 09:33 AMSounds like a great way to begin the day.
Posted by: Dad at May 13, 2003 09:12 AMHey, somebody actually reads this page!
Posted by: RLW at May 14, 2003 12:13 PM