Blue Skies

Today the sky is - I search for the right descriptor - cerulean? azure? aquamarine? baby blue? robin's egg blue? cyan? denim blue? air force blue? iris blue? iceberg blue? royal blue? YES!!! all of the above swirled together to create a delightfully sunny true sky blue, the likes of which lifts your spirit from the doldrums of winter to the heights of spring.

I know we say we are in the pink when we are feeling well, but I could as easily reinterpret "feeling blue" to mean that I am happy, well, energized. Especially if the blue were the color of this morning's sky. Such a blue is far from depressing. Not a hint of wispy white cloud. Just wide open sky straight up into the stratosphere where surely we can glimpse into the very heavens themselves. It makes the flimsy white slip of still visible moon seem touchable, as if I could just reach up and stroke the shimmering thinness. Wouldn't that be a joy?

Maybe this is the kind of sky that David sat under when he penned:

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

In any case, it promises to be a wonderful day. Surely summer is not far away.