Storm Front

Like a great black cloth torn ragged on one edge thrown across the sky the storm front moving in. And in the clear light of the sunrise still twinkling stars in innocence shine. It was a moment that I scarcely do justice to.

That torn ragged edge looked just like the light catching the torn edge of a photographers drape cloth...the kind that they used to use with the old box cameras? The light blue of sunrise sky beyond and coming down to white cream yellow at the horizon line with the faintest blush of pink to say that the sun is on its way. In that light blue still twinkle stars unaware that they should be gone. It was....

The storm has arrived with gentle white snow that can't make up it's mind about whether to rain or drift in slowly (it is so warm, almost shirtsleeve whether.