The sky is like a painter’s canvas… ever changing and every
colour you can think of, depending on the day, the time of day, and the clouds
that drift by. Sometimes the sky is the deepest blue you can imagine; sometimes
it is grey and dull; sometimes it is pink or orange; sometimes it is dark and
angry; and sometimes it is a combination of them all. The lines are straight or
curved, and if you look closely you will see what is hidden in the sky.
Four years ago I started this blog with a photograph of the
morning sky. After an absence of more than a year—a life-changing year where
all my energy was focused elsewhere—it is fitting I resurrect my blog with
pictures of the sky. To me there is more than air between heaven and earth, and
I am calmed when the sky speaks to me.
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Ice fog hanging in the air created brush strokes on the sky canvas
that were incredibly powerful and meaningful. The smiling face reassured me all
was well.
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A dark and angry sky is frightening, but never forget, above
the darkness the sun always shines. And its rays will filter through. So it is
with life.
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The possibilities are endless… just look up, follow the path,
spread your wings, and see where you end up.
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A storm never lasts forever… so says the rainbow.
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A fiery sunset makes me pause and reflect it
was a good day after all, no matter what happened.
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The sky… my canvas… my friend… what do you have in store for
me tomorrow?
