I'm looking at a clear blue sky.

His head is bent — a permanent stoop. "This enviro guy says we have 15 years before the polar ice caps disappear completely."

"Let's go for a walk in the park."

"Have you read Trump's latest ..."

"We could bring some seeds to feed the chickadees."

"I can't ... I can't believe what comes out of this guy's mouth."

"Stop reading your phone."

"I can't ... how can I ..."

"Turn it off." But he doesn't hear me or the chickadees. He only sees the storms, but I look for the intervals in between — for that clear blue.