The clouds in the sky are painted with a light pink hue. The full moon peeks over one of the clouds. It is morning.
I appreciate the morning and evening skies because there are so many different ways the sky can be. On the horizon, the sky can be pink or a pink-ish purple, the sky can be yellow or orange. There can be a gradient of two or three colours on the horizon.
During long periods of rain, I often find myself looking forward to the colourful skies and the nights when I will be able to gaze out and see the stars; all the things that rain clouds obscure. Every day when I can see a colourful sky – whether in the morning or the evening – is a joy. Often, when I visit places, I look forward to the sunsets: to see how a place is illuminated at night.
Last weekend, I saw a wintery morning sky. There was a dense fog all around as I travelled. As I continued on my journey, the fog receded. The sun started to come out. The sky was, slowly, becoming clearer. The hills, painted with white, brought joy. I love looking at the countryside as the hills are covered in snow.
I knew, in the moment, that the snowy morning sky would soon be over, but that was okay: I was so glad I was able to see the sky and the hills as they were. Today, I am grateful that I woke up and saw the pink sky as it is. Now, it’s time to start the day.
