Watery Wednesday

October 26, 2004
Sunrise over Wheeler Lake

One of the things I miss most about living on the water is the sky. Waking to the sunrise was easy because it came right into the window onto my face, bathing me in golden light that gently caressed. Usually, I was up well before the sun, sitting out on the deck, coffee and camera at hand, waiting, listening, soaking in the peace. Sunsets had to be enjoyed differently for a house blocked our western view. Instead, we relished watching the reflecting colors shift and swirl in the lake and the golden light dance upon the trees to the east. We called it the "Golden Tree Hour," for they lit up like candles. Because we faced the south we were positioned perfectly for storms driving up the channel or coming from the southwest. Rolling clouds and mist and whitecaps and winds that rocked the trees. We would stand outside until the first large drops pelted our faces before running into the house, laughing at our silliness.

The sky. Vast palette of color with rainbows and white cotton balls, peachy ropes that twist in the dying light, black silver-rimmed mammoth beings towering with lightning, gray udders stretching from here to there, cobalt with great white exclamation points, the sky never ceases to astonish. See some old posts here with photos of some amazing clouds that rolled across our skies.

Yesterday, we were all rocking and rolling due to thunderstorms and tornado warnings from one-ish until well past nightfall. I'm not sure what damage was done elsewhere in the area but for me and mine we are all safe. This is kind of an unusual entry for Watery Wednesday, but my brain sometimes goes off in a direction unbidden ... and I just let it. Enjoy!