(Toledo, OH) Dark clouds covered the evening sky, and a few minutes of much-needed rain fell. While I was traveling eastbound on I-280 over the Maumee River, though, the sun momentarily broke through the clouds.
The colors in the city reappeared for a few moments, blues and reds and yellows replacing shades of gray. Rays of light from the heavens illuminated the Midwestern urban setting, and then the sun disappeared, and all was grey again.
That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun.
Oil refineries now appeared on the eastern horizon, and the flare from the burnoff lit the cloudy dusk with an alien glow. I stared ahead and tried not to think about renting an Orlando vacation home.