Cloudville

I had another meeting in "Cloudville" today. Afterwards, I stopped at a filling station to gas up before the long drive home.

The gas cap clicked as I unscrewed it from the mouth of the tank and I poked the nozzle into the throat.  The gas tank on my truck is on the driver's side (as God intended) so I feel comfortable engaging the automatic wedge under the lever to let it fill on its own. 

This moment of inactivity gave me a few minutes to reflect on events of the day.

Leaning back against the truck, I took a long slow look at the sky. The clouds were stunning again today. As I topped off the tank and hung the hose back on the pump, I noticed a cemetery across the road from the station that I  hadn't noticed before.

Ripping the receipt from the pump, I got in the truck and pulled it to the edge of the lot before stepping across the busy four-lane to get a better look at the statue in the cemetery.

I stood there for a long moment watching butterflies flit from flower to flower in the bed at the base of the marble figure.

Pulling the phone from my pocket, I snapped a few frames but I wasn't sure about the play of light and shadow. I liked it better than I thought I would.