This morning the sky is the same color it was 28 years ago, on my first day of elementary school: dark and gray and green and stormy.
The first thing I learned that day, in that–I kid you not–little red schoolhouse, was that when it rains while the sun is shining, the devil is beating his wife. This was not idle playground gossip, it was presented by the teacher as fact. Even though my familiy attended a fairly fundamentalist Southern Baptist church, I’d never heard that before. And I remember thinking, “Well, that’s a bunch of horseshit. Does she really expect us to buy that?”
I like it when the weather’s like this because the world look so unusual, especially the insides of places. They look different, lit up by lamps instead of sunlight at nine in the morning.
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