Isn't the world pretty in its spring garb? My focus today, though, was on the sky; a broken ceiling of cloud mottled kaleidoscopically with yellow, orange, blue, and purples with plenty of blue sky and sunshine streaming through the breaks. Occasionally a pattering of rain would fall. Looking across the panorama of the skyscape these areas of light precipitation appeared as locks of hair caressing the Earth with just the lightest of rains. Occasionally the sun would break out in full force and the emerging emerald of the landscape would glow, accented by the white and pink of buds and flowering trees. The temperatures were cool after the cold front and its attendant thunderstorms moved through last night. There was something about the crispness of the air that reminded me of morning in the mountains, somehow. It was a pretty morning.
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