Big Sky Country

While driving out to Crosby tonight (don't worry, I came back), I had a hard time staying on the road, not because of any noxious fumes or drunken streakers (suprisingly common problems in the C-I area), but because of the overwhelming beauty of the evening sky. In the west, it seemed as if someone had taken the sun and spread it out over the entire half of the sky, diffusing the brilliant orange point of light into a soft, red-orange field. There were no slanting rays of light or jagged shadows; the trees and fields themselves seemed to emit a gentle glow. It was glorious, but also slightly menacing. The sky looked the way I think the sky will look during Armegeddon.

As if to complement this apocolyptic vision in the west, a towering rainbow materialized in the eastern sky. I had to open up both side windows and the skylight to comprehend the whole thing. It was so large and so high in the sky that the ends curved back towards the middle, hinting at its true circular nature. As if to emphasize the bright colors of the rainbow, it formed over a field of dark clouds, the color of a fresh bruise.

How amazing was this sky? It managed to make Crosby look beautiful. Case dismissed.

Okay, that's enough waxing poetic for now. Keep watching the skiiiiiiiieeeeesss!