Another View

It's all in how you look at something. Take this picture, for instance:

Last Saturday was a dismal day—a drizzmal day. Had the temperature been a few degrees colder, the drizzle that fell for a good part of the day would have turned to sleet or ice. The cold rain was bad enough.

At 4:45 Saturday morning, Emma the garage dog and I walked through cold drizzle and darkness to get the newspaper. I was up so early because I was meeting friends to carpool to to a Virginia Writers Club Board of Governors meeting in Fredericksburg. I was on the road—through rain and fog and darkness—by 5:30. My view was limited—I could hardly see the road as I drove to Westlake to meet my ride.

It rained all the way to Fredericksburg and was still raining in mid-afternoon when the meeting was over.

Back home, my husband—a ham radio enthusiast—had mentioned the gloomy weather to a pilot friend of his. This pilot, whose route to North Carolina goes right over our house, chats with my husband once or twice a week as he flies over our area.

"Is it sunny up there?" my husband asked him.

The pilot snapped a picture with his Blackberry—the picture at the top of this post. My neighborhood looks considerably different from 34,000 feet, doesn't it? Well, yeah, there is the matter of all those clouds, so you can't actually see my house. . . .

Sometimes conditions—weather or otherwise—are totally different from another viewpoint.

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