Now over the hill came this ominous mass of deep gray, its edges lit by the late afternoon sun. Here was movement, slow but unrelenting movement. Soon the gray would predominate, shutting out the last shreds of blue. And then the rains would come.
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
Storm Front
Directly overhead the sky was a sparkling cerulean, studded with a few feathery wisps of white cloud. The street was empty, and the light had a quality that made things look unreal. But it was a light that brought everything into sharp focus. It was around four in the afternoon. There was no breeze; the trees stood quiet.
Now over the hill came this ominous mass of deep gray, its edges lit by the late afternoon sun. Here was movement, slow but unrelenting movement. Soon the gray would predominate, shutting out the last shreds of blue. And then the rains would come.
Now over the hill came this ominous mass of deep gray, its edges lit by the late afternoon sun. Here was movement, slow but unrelenting movement. Soon the gray would predominate, shutting out the last shreds of blue. And then the rains would come.
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