Shouldn't…but Do

28F.  No ice.  This landscape holds no water, just a dusting of arid snow.  The streets are dry.

On walkabout just now, I watched a break in heavy clouds, marveling at the blue sky far above.  The horizontal gap seemed an escape – much like what I experienced last Thursday.  After waiting, the trial was put off for another day, too contentious for the time allotted.  I will take it, I am grateful.

Wisps of low clouds curled toward emerging light, curious.  In outline, then in full, the solar disk edged forward, its brilliance becoming unbearable.  It was only seconds before a larger cloud eclipsed the sun, but the filtered, reflective combination of sun, cloud, and distant atmosphere cast the covering cloud in a hue of unearthly blue of which I have never before seen.

Disregarding its containment, the sun lit the sky, piercing the cloud cover in rays stretching each direction, as heavenly, as ponderous, as any biblical woodcut.

Unfiltered light can cause blindness.  Dull clouds prohibit illumination.  Combined, their extraordinary commonality churns my soul.

And permits escape.