But color could be found if I looked hard enough. There seemed to be a lot of this stuff on the felled trees. Looked like nature’s petri dishes.

And just briefly, the clouds parted to show the best color of all. Hello, blue. We’ve missed you.

Then there were some finds that were fun regardless of color.

This afternoon as I headed down the interstate to pick up the kids, the sky was amazing. The clouds were breaking apart and letting countless light rays through. It was glorious — like a glimpse of heaven. I was so mesmerized by the sky that it took me a while to notice that I was driving next to a funeral procession. When the realization finally sunk in, I looked at the sky and then at the long succession of cars and I instantly wanted to cry. I have a feeling that the sky wasn’t a gift to me — it was a message to the folks next to me.