Instead of walking along the sides of the road, now I drive these roadways morning and late afternoon. This gives me plenty of time to observe the changing skies. It is just beginning to be light when I reach school in the am.
Yesterday morning a bright blue sky was speckled with soft, white wispy clouds racing across the empty expanse. A tinge of pink creeped up over the distant mountains signaling a beautiful day. The trees were standing tall, reaching for the sun. I tried to keep my eyes upward on this clear vista because the road below was looking ugly. All that new white snow we had received had turned brown and crusty. The old rural roads are full of potholes and cracks and bumps. My poor car is filthy with dried salt, sand and water. A sky like this gives me hope that spring is coming.