Red Sky In The Morning

Day 55: "Red sky in the morning / Sailor take warning / Red sky at night / Sailor's delight" is an aphorism based in observation, i.e., if clouds are painted by a rising sun, unsettled weather is forthcoming. Conversely, if skies are sufficiently open below the horizon that the sinking sun can turn evening clouds rosy, a clearing trend will ensue. At least that's the logic behind the rhyme here in the Pacific Northwest, although we seldom trust to any promise of sunny days. This morning's sunrise was particularly vivid to the southeast. The Mountain, however, was shrouded by greyer, lumpy wool: a quilt batting gone sour with moisture and mildew, heaped on the foothills without a hint of warmth in its layers. Still, I heard the crows calling up the dawn, revelling in a riot of colours visible only to their more discriminating and sensitive avian eyes. That thought was enough to make me wonder, "What am I not seeing here?" even as I marvelled at the sight.