Diary 186

Diary 186

Sunday, September 20th

Sitting on my front porch admiring the Fall colors creeping in, I noticed another phenomenon. It’s something I’d seen only a couple of times before. The clouds low down were traveling roughly South East. Those much higher up were moving North West. I checked this against ground objects.  It was no illusion.

It happens, sometimes, that the local air currents vary like this. And I thought how it was a reflection of so much of human life, especially now. The currents low down, close to us, may all seem to be moving one way, but the true power of the wind, in the upper atmosphere, is moving steadily in the opposite direction. What seems, and what is, are often at variance.