Pairs

Painted lines on a vast parking lot, clouds in the blue sky. Dirt on heaps of snow along the road, streaks of gray in the white clouds. Flashing light of the rescue squad coming to someone’s aid, the red sunrise. The snowy blue-gray Southwest Mountains stretched out in a wave pattern, blue-gray-white clouds stretching behind the Southwest Mountains in a wave pattern. I don’t know where metaphor ends and reality begins.