He could have been writing about the skies of Oklahoma and the Great Plains, I thought, during a morning walk.
I can't take my eyes off the clouds, the light, the shadows, the constant change.
After a rain and cool front, everything is crisp. Mississippi Kites float through the air, cardinals chirp, other birdsong never stops. A breeze adds to the coolness and rustles leaves, some already falling. It's hard to believe it's August, and it won't last, but...
For now, the views lift up your spirits.