>This morning as I drove across the river back into Rhea County, I happened to look up.
The bridge that spanned the river inclined just enough to elevate me over the horizon’s landscape. Driving east I saw the mountain line, which guards Dayton, and the valley below–still frozen from the night. Hanging overhead of the valley and the mountain was a winter sky, a cosmic drawing.
Running southeast to northwest, clouds striped a perfectly blue sky. At near-perfect intervals, the stripes marked the sky like a football field of blue. The stratocumulus formations seemed pregnant with snow–gray, robust bellies curved around and up, whitening as the clouds grew taller. They were heavy. The wind emptied the sky in-between–clear allies for the sun to shine through.