There’s a great giant swath of silty glacial green running this smoothly flowing channel down the white capped steel grey lake.
Snow is falling to my left, in 60 degree weather, rain is falling to my right, and I’m sitting in sunshine under blue sky. Roiling black thunder clouds, giant puffy white floating clouds, mist and fog that’s more drizzle defying gravity than anything else... and great rents through all of them, showing the bluest Midwest summer blue over wheat; the palest desert blue that disappears into the horizon, nearly matching the sand; the cold grey blue of icy harbors... each hole in the clouds showing a different sky above them. The breeze from the north is all sharp and icy, whilst the gusts from the south warm and soft, and the swirls of them across the deck where I’m sitting make me think of chocolate vanilla soft serve. Crisp cold clear ice, heavy sharp salt, warm sands and green growing things.
Yep. Spring weather. Fickle as hell, where the mountains meet the sea. All elbowin their way in.