Denise Goldberg's blog

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Sounds of the storm

The morning sky was gray, filled with snow, flakes floating. It was quiet.

Snow changed to sleet. The quiet was gone, changing to a steady clicking sound, ice pellets hitting windows.

Sleet changed back to snow. It was quiet once more.

Afternoon, it was time for a walk, snow crunching beneath my feet.

Another sense, a picture, sight...
I looked up to see a small patch of blue in a gray, cloud-filled sky. I looked away, then back again. The blue was gone, the sky was clothed in gray. Do you suppose the blue was a figment of my imagination?