COMMUNITY VOICES | Why we watch the skies

When I was five, I thought the paper factory in my home town made the clouds and our village was responsible for making the rain. On cold mornings, steam fogged downtown. From the hill where my elementary school sat, if you squinted your eyes, the blue factory turned into a shimmering lake. In high school, I played a different game, imagining what our town looked like before houses. I unpaved the roads and looked between the trees for remnants of valleys and curves left behind from the original, unlandscaped terrain. Continue Reading