My dad and I were behind the barn and paused our work. There wasn’t a cloud to be found. Azure sky as far as our eyes could see.
I’ve never seen this in my whole life, I said. It’s so clear, so blue.
Yeah, me neither, my dad said with the sun at his neck. No airplanes, no contrails criss-crossing, no haze—nothing.
And to think, I said, this is what it’s supposed to look like. Read More