I just had a weather moment. A show stopper.
I was home alone, no lovely kids or divine husband around; ‘decided to pop out and get frozen yogurt for my dinner. Because I can. Clearly, a rockin’ eve. Small pleasures…
…I pulled out of my driveway and saw people along the sidewalk, looking up; I live in an urban area. Up at the sky, they were looking. Stopped. Taking pictures. Pointing.
I could not see, at what, until I turned the corner in my car at a stoplight. I had to pull over. The sky was so beautiful; crazy, stupid beauty. (photo attached) I took in the moment and, then, of course, out came my iPhone. ‘Snapped a bunch of pics and paused, again. Paused because I could not help it.
I am not one for cheese, but that is how I felt. The sky stopped me. It stopped all those around me. It was weather moment. A human moment.
The spectacular sunset got me thinking about the weather earlier this week on the East Coast of the US. Crazy hail. #hail #NYC Weather that also brought on—and out—a very clear human and collective voice; shock, awe, beauty and bewliderment. It’s July.
The Ray Wert “hail, helix” photo attached, taken over NYC, went viral. Viral weather. Literally and figuratively. Powerful. Human. Humbling.
I know that the Weathermob—new and more seasoned users—believe weather, extreme, show stopping or not, should be shared with others. This belief is what keeps us all looking up, posting and talking to one another, a lot.
Your posts, your daily, global weather narrative—poetic, charming, beautiful, shocking, real—is what keeps me, pausing. Weather moments, people moments, from all over the world. WHETHER I can see my own sky, or not.
Thank you for giving me this—everyday. Thank you for connecting the weather and, each other.