Light and Shadows

Oh hail, what a Monday! 

On break between classes, I caught some hail in my hand. It is very surreal to see half the ocean inky blue, the other half blinding white from sunshine struggling to part the huge, curling clouds and losing the battle to the smeared, heavy shadows overhead.

On the farm, this was the weather I'd try to fly in by running down steep pasture hills, or swing as high as I could on the swings and jump off, arms out.

We never grow up in the wind. It always reminds us our hearts are young.