Some Kind of Edge

"Everything wavered on some kind of edge, elm trees
a graceful dome over the dusty streets. Nothing to warn,
only cumulonimbus clouds in the afternoon, intense up—
drafts, sky hazed sulfur-green, hail starting as crystalline
seeds that grew to marble-size..." - Twyla Hansen

The Great Robinsky, a latent meteorologist phoned from the office and said, "it's about to get very exciting, best go inside". S, having conquered the sprinkler, ran upstairs to dry off and change into pajamas while I started dinner. The storm was loud and fast. When it passed, S ran outside and scooped up a bowl of hailstones.

"LOOK", he squealed, "ice cubes from the sky...can I taste one?"

And so he did...and we're here to report that there are many flavors of sky.