The clear, blue sky would be of no consequence to us if not for its contrast with low, grey, growling clouds showering us with rain and snow and hail and mist. A still, quiet morning is appealing in part because it is so different from those early waking hours punctuated with howling winds and claps of thunder. But those shrieking gusts and roiling clouds and cataclysmic reverberations from the sky have their appeal, too, don’t they? And it’s precisely because they diverge so sharply from their opposites that we find them alluring.
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