Lying on a rooftop of brown and tan, accented by red and gray
Watching the clouds grow, disperse, grow again
Surprising how few distractions there are up here
Only the wind to block my view of the red canyons
My hair a curtain to draw across the windows of my eyes
Sun radiating hard light at my back
For the first time in months I am warm in the open
Realization dawns on just how cold I've been in Olympia
I miss the sun already