A sun-cloud bluster puffed in from the west bringing more springtide snow and rain. A thick carpet of snow was laid down only to explode into a color wheel of melting sparkle once the gentle sun rose to own the day.
I am here. Looking out from my balcony, across the open expanse of the wide valley before me. Away, at the far side, to the west I see the newest clouds creep over the mountaintop ridge. Black, grey, yellow, and white, the clouds are pregnant with rain. They are moving steady into and over the valley.