Look at the Sky

“Look at how beautiful the sky looks!” she mused as the sight of the setting sun filled her with a sense of bliss, a moment of calm, a dose of gratitude and a pull right into the present moment.

She felt a sense of wonder as the sun retreated for the day leaving pastel painted skies.

As the storm clouds emerged, blanketing the sky in shades of gray.

As starts dotted the night sky.

As the moon shone bright, projecting her current phase of life.

As the sun awoke over Lake Michigan illuminating the morning with soft golden light.

As the sky raged with rain.

As a bow of color replaced the rain.

As the sky was a vibrant shade of blue with fluffy white clouds, a dream of a spring day.

She’s told her head is always in the clouds, but who can blame her for it when it’s a place always so beautiful?

It always is different, but the sky’s vastness is always stunning. Always intriguing. Always a source of wonder and awe. The sky’s colors and states of being always offer a nudge to remember the vast capacity in which beauty can is found. There’s beauty in its anger, in its calm, in its etherial and in its mystery.

Look up, look at how beautiful the sky is.