A Highway Weigh Station Sits Under An Unnaturally Low Ceilin...

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A highway weigh station sits under an unnaturally low ceiling of clouds that stall overhead like stacked packing cotton, their undersides flattened where they press against a sagging cargo net strung between two steel gantries. Two workers on scaffold planks feed cloud-ends through a wire grid, combing ragged wisps into even slabs; a third drags a hooked bale across the concrete apron, leaving a wet trail that evaporates mid-length. In the foreground, a young woman leans her hip against a rusted platform scale, both hands gripping the knotted rope that cinches a fresh cloud into a bale the size of a mattress. Her long black hair lifts and separates in the mist pushed up off the bale, strands sticking to her cheek and to the wet blue sailor collar laid flat across her white shirt. She grins toward the camera while the bale swells against her forearms, creasing her sleeves. Hard sun breaks through one gap in the ceiling, cutting a bright band across her blue skirt and throwing long shadows of the gantry over the concrete. Everything beyond that band falls into cool white shade; droplets on the rope sparkle, grain thickens in the darker corners, and the sky above the net reads a flat, blown-out blue.

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