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neverspent) wrote2011-05-03 05:22 pm
neverspent) wrote2011-05-03 05:22 pm
Sky after rain; cottonwoods
After the water rose and the rain fell, and the rain fell and fell and the water kept rising, and people escaped in boats and moved into gymnasiums, schools closed and parks were inundated and the rain kept falling -- after all that when a space cleared to show part of the morning, the sheet of clouds was reaching out long thin fingers across the southern sky, elbows and toes in the north, and the sun shot through a hole in the clouds to the east.
I visited the park by the river, and the cottonwood cotton is really flying now. Walking through the park is like flying through a starfield, with bits of white floating past your face and on behind. The cotton gathers on the standing water and looks like slushy snow, or in fluffy piles at the edge of the grass.
Out in the middle of the river, the water is still so fast you can hear it rushing from shore, a couple of hundred yards away.
I visited the park by the river, and the cottonwood cotton is really flying now. Walking through the park is like flying through a starfield, with bits of white floating past your face and on behind. The cotton gathers on the standing water and looks like slushy snow, or in fluffy piles at the edge of the grass.
Out in the middle of the river, the water is still so fast you can hear it rushing from shore, a couple of hundred yards away.
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