Big Sky No Snow

We thought we would sneak a nice walk in the bright afternoon light, so we took the train to Whitehead and walked along the shore.  Fools we were, the sleet came hard over the hill like a  hungry wolf and pelted down upon us. We bent our heads into the wind and trudged back along the shore, hoping to make the next train back.  Just before we made the station, the sleet shower stopped, the sky was suddenly blue again and these clouds appeared, looking as if they stretched all the way down from the stratosphere.