I live in the Pacific Northwest. That can be a very gray place this time of year–at least if you are looking at the sky. A few days ago, I was out for a walk, hoping I didn’t get soaked before I got back in my front door, and a very cool thing happened.
I noticed the sky. The sun was trying it’s best to come out. The gray clouds were lining up in wispy rows of support for the sun’s effort. It was pretty.
It’s easy to notice the carpet of wildflowers on a glorious August day in the mountains. It’s easy to notice when a whole boulevard of maples or oaks puts on its autumn best.
But this winter sky? I came so close to missing it.