Overcast on Top of Overcast

In the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, the sky has been a constant rippling gray, for days now.  It’s not simply the flat, featureless gray of most overcasts; it is as if somebody laid down one layer of pure, solid gray, and then came after it and blotted on bushy, billowing slate cottonballs.  The sky has never looked so huge, while simultaneously enclosing us, pushing down, making clear that us humans are smaller than we’d even suspected before.