It was windy and gray all day today, until about 4pm. Then the clouds became distinct and ordered, like quilting on an old coverlet. Sunlight, dark cloud and white all mingled together. Made me think of a long ago spring afternoon in art school. We were all busy at an assignment, working in our room that was banked with a row of glorious windows. The instructor, a skilled watercolorist, suddenly said "Have a look at the sky right now- it is the perfect color of violet." 30 heads all turned towards the windows. We were collectively, youthfully casual at the sight. But mysteriously, that moment has stayed with me. And a sky like today reminds me of that time of learning, of learning to see.
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