blueness blueness

The Texas sky in summer. I don't know how it happens, but it gets bigger. It can hold more. More clouds. Big ones. Not those wimpy, wispy cirrus bastards that make you think of morning and the ocean. Cumulus clouds. Brobdingnagian ones. Somehow the sky can hold an ever-expanding number of clouds while still showing boundaryless blueness blueness. Ceaselessly, simultaneously, stormy and stormless.

And the whole time it is a bright, sunny 95 degrees.

I miss Emily. She loved the sky. We became friends in the summer.