red sky at night
October 30, 2009Yesterday was a 75/25 day, mostly good, a little bit bad.
The day Clark died was rainy and (as I remember) a bit chilly for June. I was wearing a sweatshirt, at least. All day the sky was grey. A few minutes after he passed, I went outside to call my mom, and the sky had suddenly turned pink – a cloudy, smoky pink, but pink nonetheless. Like it was covered in muted insulation foam.
Maybe it’s silly, but whenever the sky turns pink like that, I feel like he’s trying to tell me something – that it’s OK, that I’m OK. The sky was threatening rain all day, but when I got back to my house at night, after the not-so-good part of the day, it was unmistakably that same color.
Reebs, this is just to say: I love you very much! That is all.