The sky is an endlessly variable slide show, evolving from minute to minute, second to second, all the while hinting at mysterious, ancient shapes that disappear so quickly that you question if you even saw them in the first place.

The sky today is different from the one a day ago, a year ago, a hundred years ago. At any given instant, when I crane my neck in Durham, I know I'm seeing something different from the guy in Minnetonka. The sky is a gallery of vast personal paintings that we rent but never own. You look on with wonderment, and then the show leaves town ... forevermore.

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