Last night at sunset the light painted the bellies of the clouds red-gold against a blue blue sky. I remembered the sky was just that color on Rosh Hashana three years ago, when I was walking to the bus stop (full of grief and not-belonging and confusion) and found a shrub with a pomegranate growing on it! I thought it was an ornament, but it was real. I wanted to steal it, but I thought the people who lived in the house would be sad. Later I saw it on the ground. I hope the squirrels enjoyed it.
Today the clouds were big puffy towers, glaring white against a deep blue sky, with rain-grey sections and smeary thunderhead-shaped swooshes around them. You could almost watch them grow, billowing up fatter by the second. They were beautiful, but so big it made my throat close up a little bit.
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