…I mean really seen it — not just in passing, but with purpose? Because whether you notice it or not, it unrolls itself for you every day — your own private gallery, right there above your head.
(All these images, by the way, are perfectly unedited — which should say something.)
On our recent road trip to Florida, we drove and drove, the road slipping beneath us. While my husband listened to Serial, I got out my DSLR, pressed the lens close to the passenger window and took shot after shot of passing clouds. I did this for hundreds of miles — more than a thousand miles, in fact. If my husband thought this was crazy, he didn’t say so. He just turned up the radio and ignored the shutter banging away in his ear. (He’s patient like that.)
Meanwhile, I watched bands of blue darken to salmon and lavender and gold, and I thought about all the good gifts this world has to give us — like this quiet light show, performing over and over again without any presumption of an audience. Every minute a new show, invented and reinvented, so you never see the same sky twice.
You don’t have to pay for a ticket to watch it…
You don’t have to live in a good school district…
You don’t need a proper education or title or special skill …
You just need eyes in your head and a heart to see, and I’ll tell you — even if you don’t have those, you could sit down beside me and I’d try to speak the Sunset in words you could understand… I really would.
Which I guess is what I’m always trying to do.
I hope you go out and marvel at the sky today, if only for a moment. ❤