Sky

The skies are odd today. Heavy and hazy and discolored. A color that belies the weather forecast for the day. Sunny and 27 degrees.

The sort of color that speaks of violence. It speaks of fires burning somewhere distant, swallowing land and forests, and sometimes houses, belongings, the stuff of people's lives. It speaks of threatening storms. Of hail and tornadoes and lighting strikes. And through the haze, the sun glowed bright red, just sort of hanging there listlessly.

The air hangs like that too. Thick and hot. Midsummer doldrums hanging over us.

And I am once again praying for rain and cooling and refreshing.