There was a surreal moment, the other day, after the snow, when I had to race outside. My usual camera had a dead battery, so I grabbed the old Nikon Coolpix. The moment required a great deal more skill than I possess.
It had snowed throughout the night, with an impressive accumulation, given that it was May 9th. Then, as the sun rose, the snow melted quite rapidly away. But that was a tease. In the afternoon, I heard a sudden sound and looked out to see hail pouring from the sky. Winter was persisting.
The light show came as darkness gathered, preparing to envelope us. I keep an eye on the hill opposite because it always catches the last of the day’s light.
That day, Saturday, was nothing short of astonishing.
It was hailing, again, but a dazzling ray of sun was piercing the cloud above that hill.
“Snow bow!”, I thought.
Without waiting to grab a jacket, I seized the tiny Nikon, and charged outside.
There has to have been a snow bow somewhere.
Probably, it was right over my head.
It was dark, where I stood, shivering.
Yet there was this swath of silvery-gold light, anointing the trees at the bottom of my hill and beyond my property.
Methinks I shall call this the Sunshine House.
It seems always to bathe in sunlight, even on days when almost none can be seen.
The sky behind was indeed that dark.