Sunday, February 27

the denim sky

Standing on a hillside covered in snow with animal tracks at my feet, I decided to wait for the clouds to pass so I could take this polaroid. It was almost too warm out in the blazing sun, the sky so denim blue it shimmered. I could hear the sawing of nearby arborists in the trees as they pruned craggy branches on the cusp of spring. The clouds took about twenty minutes to pass by, and I just stood there for all that time, the snow sparkling like fireworks, and thinking about nothing much at all.

It was pretty great.