Today was a shock to some of my students whose “low” temperatures are in the high teens or low twenties. Quite a few of them donned multiple sweaters and jackets, and even long underwear for the first time. Though it was a sight to behold, it cannot be considered today’s perfect moment. Perhaps that is because it also came with a lot of carping and complaining. Though that would be a good reason, the truth is that there is one moment that was so much better.
While they complained awhile, and I showed outward (though less than genuine) signs of sympathy with them, I had a chance to stare out the window. My eyes found that blue sky that can only seem to exist on really cold days. It was the blue you always want but can never seem to find in the pain aisle or even in your box of crayons. There were no clouds and if you didn’t think about, you might even have been able to convince yourself that it was a warm summer day.
On the way back home, some clouds had formed, though I don’t know how. They were light and airy and seemed to hold position ahead of me and to the right. I wondered about their shape, but never really got anywhere because that blue sky kept breaking in.