Projections

Tuesday is here and it looks a lot like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that, etc, etc. The sun will shine (in a while) and it will be warm. Just another summer day in the valley. I must admit that it is during the summer that I miss the weather pattern of the mountains. When we lived up there, we could count on some variety in our weather. Magnificent thunderheads would form in the afternoons, brilliant white against a deep blue sky, towering far above the surrounding peaks, and if we were lucky, we would get a summer shower out of them. And, although dangerous, a spectacular lightning show might develop as well. Nowadays, I can look off to the east and see those same clouds forming over the mountains, but from this far away they lack the power to fascinate as they once did. Weak imitations of the real thing...