This morning the sky was like a wintry blanket of cotton batting. I could see the layers of batting fill the sky except at the south and east horizon where some clear sky showed through. At the beginning of my trip the clouds were a dusky gray. As time went on they picked up the color of a grayish blue before becoming periwinkle. As the sun rose it trimmed the lower reaches of the cloud with gold edges. What was interesting about the clouds was a big hole in the southeastern edge of the gray blanket. This hole was big - probably miles in diameter. Inside the hole were some strands of clouds that were of a totally different texture than the rest of the clouds. The sky almost appeared like the bottom of a huge trampoline where some angel had tromped too hard with a large oval foot and stretched and ruined the fabric of the trampoline. Or maybe an angel had done a butt bash and stretched the trampoline. The sunrise was pretty amazing this morning and I'm glad I got to see it.
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