divided becomes one.

As I walked home tonight the sky was split, East to West.

The East side looked heavy, cloudy ready to burst with rain drops

that would alleviate the heat of the day. The West side light with airy blue sky,

few splashy and whimsical clouds, seemly unaffected. I walked between

the two not really knowing which I preferred. I guess it made me realize,

I really enjoy being right where I was... in between the two. Weaving into the clouds

and out to the blue sky. Without knowing both, one could possibly seem more beautiful than the other.