Red sky at night
Sailor’s Delight
Red sky at morning
Sailors take warning.
This ditty plays in my head with every sunrise and sunset. Sure enough, as the poem warns, the weather follows. Before Doppler and lightning-fast weather modelling, I made do with what I see. It’s easier living in Big Sky country. Usually there’s plenty of time for the alert to take shelter.
I am grateful for the sky, and what I can learn from just looking.
