Tuesday, March 3, 2015

My One Hundred Shades of Gray

The night is turning colder as I drive away from my friends and responsibilities.  In actuality I will be away from responsibility for precisely eleven minutes as I drive across town then am assailed by responsibility again.

But I feel the freedom as I careen down the Monument Road listening to Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne.  Then in a moment of sublime incongruity, the song changes to a Celine Dion song as I notice the sky.  As a storm rolled across my high desert valley the darkened suburb and the lights of the mid-size town I live in meet in layers upon layers of clouds.  There are shades of gray I didn't realize existed in the sky.  Negotiating hills and other cars, it is hard to keep my eyes on the road and off of the most gorgeous night sky I have ever seen.  It is magic.

This makes me examine the irony that I didn't want to leave my home on a stormy night but if I had not, I would have missed this amazing spectacle.

1 comment:

  1. Great post!! What a beautiful night to be out. I'm so glad I'm not the only person who finds beauty in the grey and cloudy days.