Longing for Home Again

Smudgey grey clouds dusted the sky as we left the house in the still-dark morning, obscuring any evidence of Phoebe's light. As we left the store a half-hour later, the eastern sky shone a strange mix of ivories and ecrus, no colors at all, reminding me of a Kansas sky just before it turns its tornado-warning green.

I even miss the fear of tornadoes in a Kansas summer storm.