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I saw the sky transition
It is interesting to note how memories of certain natural/meteorological phenomenon can always stick with you. I remember the first time I saw the setting sun as finished the ascent up a hill on I-94; that same trip also saw my first instance of hydroplaning during the heavy heavy rain that blanketed central Wisconsin.
Today’s memory is so distinct that I think I could be able to recreate a rough sketch of it five years from now. I was reading ACF Winter 2010 packets when I glanced outside the window of the bus. Curiously, the western sky seemed to be composed of two colors and the division between them was crystal clear. The western portion was dull blue, reminiscent of dusk on a normal sunny day; the eastern half, however, was a burnt orange, and some wispy, low lying clouds separated these two phases. The transition zone did not appear to be very large, and as soon as we entered the eastern region, we were enveloped with rain. There were a few flashes of lightning. The cloud cover diffused the light emanating from the bolts of thunder, but they did accentuate the pale orange color of the sky.
Unfortunately, I cannot describe to you the sights and sounds. My confinement in this controlled environment renders it impossible. I