07 February 2013

I love it when the streets are blue

I love it when the streets are blue,
  deep midnight mixed with purple gray.
After rain, the sun shines through
  hoping for a better day--and then it hails!


I rode my bicycle to German class as usual. The wet ground reflected an exquisite combination of heartening blue sky and threatening dark clouds and I thought to myself, "Wow! The streets are actually blue. I love it when the streets are blue." As I rode home, those ominous clouds produced small hail and snow.