Those first two pictures look like the end of the world, don't they? This is what we drove under and through this evening as we were on Afton Mountain heading home, down into our little valley. No rain, no wind, nothing but this fearful vision looming ahead. But soon this hole formed in the clouds, with wonderful light peeking through. And the hole got bigger, and lighter, until the whole sky was finally alight with pale blue and sun, as if nothing had ever happened. All just a bad dream, a momentary hitch in time, a reminder: Where would we be without the light? It means so much more when you've been through the darkness.
"Do you know how the clouds hang poised, those wonders of him who is perfect in knowledge? You who swelter in your clothes when the land lies hushed under the south wind, can you join him in spreading out the skies, hard as a mirror of cast bronze?" Job 37:16,18