The sky has that yellow tint tonight that only comes from millions of ice and water particles suspended in air, reflecting light back and forth. It’s not raining. It’s not snowing. It’s hanging like a cloud.
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Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online. View all posts by llcadle