I love the skies in Lassen County. When night settles over the high
desert like cool silk, with no distracting lights, millions of stars
are strewn like grains of rice across the black expanse.
Sometimes the Milky Way looks like a solid slash of white paint stretching as
far as the eye can see. It’s a beautiful time.
The wind that so often, stirs up a ruckus quiets a bit and the only sound becomes the rustling of night animals in the brush and maybe the low wail of
Then there are the morning clouds, brawny and colorful, crowding out
the sun and mountaintops. If colors could sing, their song would be
cacophonous, no gentle melody like melting stars.