The sky leopard roared, pinned its ears back, ruffled its neck, lunged upward in anger at all of the storms that had been happening. It decided to gobble up all of the clouds and perhaps stop the blinding lightning strikes, booming echoing thunder and torrential rains.

The wizened elder cocked her head and thought that perhaps the glittering strings of water were best remembered as rain ribbons of slowly dancing twists of silver. She smiled and today became a remembered monochrome of summer storms of a long past childhood.

The temperature this morning was 25°F. Wind was calm. There were people stationed all around Jordan lake this morning for the quarterly bald eagle count. Just after the count began this morning the sun began to unfurl its textures and mantle the skies in shimmering glory.
Will be posting eagle count totals at a later date.