The Wife blows through the living room and pounds on Techno-Boy's door before opening it. He gets the "29-minutes-to-breakfast" warning. She disappears around the bend to the kitchen. I take a pull from my coffee cup. Then I hear a distant, urgent bellowing.
"Hey, Dad, look out the window!"
I glance at the previous landscape. Looks the same to me. But wait. He just woke up and something had enought impact to have him utter a complete, cognizant sentence. I get up from my chair and look out the front door.
There it is. The dark clouds cover the sky but stop just above the horizon, being held up by a blazing band of violet brilliance. The light majestically, slowly, changes to a deep, glowing magenta that pushes upwards against that dark mat of clouds. A few minutes later it's a glowing "fireplace" yellow-orange as the clouds retreat a little more.
Funny how things can look dark and lousy from one perspective and then from a different view, so . . . different.
I'm glad he told me to look.
I'm glad I listened.