My sour cherry was impersonating cheerleaders as it waved its pompoms in the wind.
What I was trying to capture with the camera, though, was how the sky had suddenly turned a strong yellow. Yes it had started to rain and yes sunset was ten minutes away, but it was at the speed of a light dimmer and I’d really love to sit down with a meteorologist or physicist and ask, How do the particles do that? Why don’t they turn the sky pink, or even purple, since you get those at sunsets? Why just yellow?
And why does it sharpen all the colors and make them brighter when cataracts also do a yellow overlay and make everything duller and fuzzier?
I can just hear my mom chuckling and going, You were the kid who followed me around asking, Whyyyyy? after every explanation in answer to that question. Nonstop.
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According to legend, when I was very little, I used to ask my dad over and over, “why is a squirrel?”. Eventually, exasperated, he replied “It isn’t why is a squirrel … a squirrel just is.”
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