Gary Jackson: Fire When Ready Pottery
A Chicago potter’s somewhat slanted view of clay & play
Categories: bike, sunrise

The morning started out very gray and gloomy. Clouds everywhere.
Above. Behind. All around. Even out over the lake. Not much hope for a sunrise.
But then with the wind blowing in from the west, the clouds dispersed just as the
sun was ready to peek out. And for a moment, the sunrise was quite beautiful.

Minutes later though, as I was almost done pedaling home… you could see the next
wave of storm clouds moving in. The sunrise was short-lived, and the rain began
shortly after I got home.

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