The clouds are rained out and now the sky dries smooth and taut and lifted high above all else such that I can see a longer and sharper row of mountains whether in east or west. And between here and there winter birds fly and the buildings of two cities stand proud, glowing warmly now in the palest sunshine.

I am caught in the furrow between a project’s beginning and end, and this view might be all I see of the day. I am lucky it is the view I have.