Something occurred to me about the phrase “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning.” It promises so much, yet delivers so little. The suggestion of cosmic forces, tainted skies of fate and impending doom, I should be in some fantasy novel. This should be our comet of ice and fire. Our skies around Mordor. We should be facing an orc army or…dragons? Bloodshed? Both? I guess it is Westeros.
But what do we have in it’s place? Otherworldly predictions? Not so much. More like refracted light. And that impending doom? A fucking weather forecast. For shepherds. In case of rain. And not acid rain. Not snow. Not hail. Not fire and ash cascading from the heavens. Regular old rain. God damn it shepherds.
– Dave