Today it sleeted and snowed--but only for about two minutes.
Even though the precipitation was of short duration,
it looked like snow all day.
As I was driving home this evening,
the sky changed before my eyes.
The gray froth of clouds gradually
gave way to darker streaks against a pallid sky.
An interesting metamorphosis, but the sun looked so weak,
barely shining through the pallor.
And all I could think was
that this time of February is a bit depressing.
The sky is gray, the temperature is cold,
it won't rain or it won't snow or it does both
when we don't want it to.
Except a funny thing happens on days like this.
As the sun begins to set, the blandness subsides.
Brilliant pink streaks stretch across the horizon,
shooting out from a different kind of sun.
And that's the best part of a late winter sky.