I could not help but be drawn by the light. The tree lit by the low sun appeared to be looking towards the bright hills and up into the sky. But how could this beautifully sunlit landscape, with its hint of bright blue sky be shrouded with such dark and ominous clouds? Something was amiss, the feeling was wrong, the road home suddenly more inviting.
Almost imperceptibly expanding, the rupture had split the sky. At first glance this benign looking, almost inviting strip of blue, seemed innocent enough, perhaps a sign of warmer times to come. But the tree knew better. It had seen this before. Watching patiently as the rift slowly parted the clouds, the birch stiffened in anticipation. It would not be long now.