Rearview Storm - Sept. 9th

 

On the horizon, many miles away, clouds gather.

One on top of another, growing, changing and fading.

Building a ball of energy waiting to be released.

Above me nothing but bluesky.

In the evenings these storm clouds are accentuated.

By the soft pastel pallets of the fading, falling sun.

In these moments, it's as if the clouds are extending upward.

Trying in vain to keep pace with the setting sun.

Yellows, pinks and oranges cascade down.

Melt into the blues and purples of the evening below.

This is all seen from my rearview mirror.

I can’t say to where I am headed.

But I can certainly say to where I am not.