Sunday, March 28, 2021

It’s Lovecraft Kind of Sky

“It was just a colour out of space.” So goes the quote in H.P. Lovecraft’s classic tale, “The Colour Out of Space,” from 1927. That was my first reaction upon seeing the western sky at sunset, about fifteen minutes ago. We’d just had a pretty good dump of rain, and when it let up, a red-pink-violet light poured in through the living room windows. I took the photo above from the front porch, and it came out pretty cool, but it fails to quite capture the other-worldly quality of the light. I have seen tornado skies any number of times, and this was much like those, only more vibrant, more pervasive. It really was kind of weird. A good many folks on Facebook in the area remarked on it as well. No doubt it’s the result of specific atmospheric conditions and the timing — right at sunset.

Or maybe it was a harbinger of doom, a foreshadowing of the return of the Great Old Ones. Either way, it was pretty cool.

After a week-long trip to Michigan, my first full day back home was both invigorating and relaxing. First thing this morning, I met a gang of august old farts (Old Robgso [a.k.a. Old Rob], Diefenbaker [a.k.a. Scott], and tbbiker [a.k.a. Todd] — the latter quite coincidentally) at the nearby Haw River State Park to hike and hunt a few new geocaches placed by friend Skyhawk63 (a.k.a. Tom). We undertook a four-mile hike under gray, occasionally drizzly skies, found four very nice caches, and brought home a crapload of mud.

For the rest of the afternoon, I took care of some estate business; watched a few episodes of Dark Shadows, which I had started from its beginning a short while back; took care of several chores; and cooked up some fabulous, very hot chicken wings for dinner. If my eyes and brain can stand it, I think I will finish out the evening making a bit more progress on Georgia: The Haunting of Tate’s Mill. It’s gonna be a busy week coming up, with house renovation, more estate business, and — hopefully — quite a bit of writing.

Be seeing you.
Marsh-a, marsh-a, marsh-a!
I see old people.
Diefenbaker, Old Rodan, and ttbiker on the hunt

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