Tuesday, October 29, 2013
I'm a sky watcher. It doesn't really matter what time of day or season of the year. I just love to watch the nuances of the sky. One recent evening, I stood at the kitchen window, admiring the moon, its glow through the clouds and two stars that twinkled, one on either side of the moon. I could have stood there all night, for the scene was almost mesmerizing to me. Last Friday, when Larry and I were walking at Devil's Lake, I noticed how exquisite the sky was, with its bluish-pink hue becoming more pronounced as the sun set. On another evening, I noticed that the sky had that Halloween look to it -- bluish gray with puffs of black clouds. Oftentimes, when I wake up in the morning, I watch the sun come up. The bright red and orange horizon is just enough to tell me that it's going to be a great day. I set my sights high as I glimpse the expanse of sky, with all of its brilliance and variety. Watching the sky has become a daily -- and spiritual -- experience for me.