Time and the Sky.

We’ve had some interesting late evening skies this week. Skies with uncommon combinations of shape, colour and movement. They weren’t pretty skies; they were troubled skies, angry skies, confused skies, skies with regimented bands of cloud driving relentlessly on like so many ghosts heading for perdition's flames because there was nowhere else to go, skies that might be there to prepare for the unveiling of some apocalyptic event of great moment in a filmed drama. Remember the sky towards the end of Donny Darko, just before the jet engine plunged through the worm hole? We even had one like that. Tonight’s sky looked like the world in agony.

For some reason unfathomable to my limited capacity for analysis, tonight’s sky reminded me that time is our ultimate enemy. Maybe it was because this evening was one of those sublimely peaceful ones when time appears to stop. Only the writhing, tortured sky was there to assure me that it never does.