In the middle
The sky to the west is a different case. Dark, thick clouds are massing for what looks to be a full-frontal assault. As the day grows lighter, the mottled surfaces of stratus and cumulus become more pronounced, more threatening. There is rain on the way, again, just like the weather guy said.
It’s June, but that doesn’t matter. It’s winter to the west and summer to the east. From where I’m sitting, I suppose that makes it spring.