March 1

After a few days of intermittent rain, today was... intermittently clear, I guess. It was one of those days when the sky looked like this more often than not:

Like I've said a hundred kajillionty times before, this kind of resplendent light makes me think of Heaven. And God. And Logan. And of what he's doing there right now.

And though I miss him more than I can express, if he can't be here with us, I like to think of him tooling around on perfect, purely white clouds, bathed in equally perfect light.