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Your Sun Will Shine Again

Story ID:4824
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Caldwell Idaho USA
Year:2009
Person:Ginny and I
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Your Sun Will Shine Again

The mass of warm air drifted in from the west coast. Under the cover of darkness,
it approached the mountains. The steep slopes momentarily stopped the fronts easterly
progress. More warm air moved in. The pressure built. The mass climbed the sides of the
mountains. Within minutes, it slipped over the towering peaks and continued its
eastward march across the Treasure Valley and the City of Boise. It covered the valley and trapped
the cold air beneath it. A layer of fog formed between them.

In the morning, I slapped the snooze button several times, climbed from bed,
showered, and made my way downstairs. The morning light was muted. I looked
outside. The sky was a uniform gray. In the four months we’d lived in Idaho, we’d rarely seen
clouds. The skies were always blue; the sun always shined; but not that morning.

I drove to work. The sun, which normally blinded me when it rose above the
mountains, wasn’t there. I took a walk at lunch. The cold, damp wind made me shiver.
The layer of fog in the sky seemed close enough to touch. The beautiful mountains were
gone.

A week went by. On Monday morning, I went to work. The sky remained gray.
The temperatures hovered in the low thirties. “Mike?” my boss stepped up to my cubicle.
“Did you drive into the mountains last weekend?”

“No.”

“You should have. It was 48 degrees and sunny up there.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Remember, I told you about the temperature inversions we get here?”

“Is that what this is?” I asked.

“This is it.” He smiled. “It’s cold and gray down here, but up there, the sun is
shining and the temperatures are usually ten degrees warmer. We sweated in our ski
suits last weekend.”

“I’m jealous. How long does it last?”

“There’s no telling. It can last days or weeks. We get them every winter.”

Day-after-day, the sky never changed. I’d never seen so many shades of gray.
The warm air not only trapped the cold air, it trapped the pollutants too. The air grew
stale. There was no escape for the air in the valley. It lay trapped between the mountains
to the west and east and the warm air above.

The inversion lasted for more than three weeks. I was talking to my wife on my
way home from work one evening and remarked, “I can’t see a thing. The sun is in my
eyes.”

“What sun?” She asked.

There it was. The sun was back. “Ginny! It’s the sun! I can’t believe it!”

“We don’t have sun here. The sky’s gray.”

In the distance, I saw the gray bank of fog. By the time I arrived home, I was back
under its shadow again, but the next morning the skies were clear and the sun bathed
everything with its warm glow. It was finally over.

It shocked me. On my way home, the sun was high in the sky. Before the
inversion, the sun would slip below the horizon, as I drove home each night. After the
inversion, the sun was still up, even when I arrived home. It was like Boise stood still for
three weeks as the rest of the universe moved forward.

The experience reminds me of people who pray when all is dark in their lives.
“God, where are you when I need you? Why can’t I feel and see you?”

You can’t see him, but he’s there. The fog blinds. He shines. The fog
burns off. His love warms. Behind the fog, God does what he always does. God waits
until you are ready to reach through the fog and seek him.

Are you experiencing an inversion? Don’t worry. Have faith. Your sun will shine
again.

Michael T. Smith