I love looking at the sky.
I have always been a cloud watcher. I have always watched for raptors soaring and various birds in formation. I have watched planes landing or taking off from the nearby airport. I have watched many a storm go by, illuminating the skies with spectacular light shows. I have watched many sunrises and sunsets as they paint the heavens with glorious colors. I star gaze as often as I can. Even in the suburban setting in which I live, I can see a number of celestial bodies and have learned their names.
Last night, while walking home, I watched as the sun was starting to set in the western sky. Suddenly, I was reminded of the scene in Forrest Gump where Forrest is talking to Jenny in her room as she was in hospice. This quote has always resonated with me.
Like Forrest, I have seen many skies. I have traveled through most of the United States and have seen the sky in the midst of smog, in the desert, in the mountains, on the plains, at the beach and in the city. Every time, I am mesmerized by the cloud formations, the various colors the sky can take on, even the way things seem to float across it.
I usually have to stop and stare at the sky, no matter what. When I walk, I look to see how the clouds are moving. One of my favorite things to do while riding in cars, on trains, and in airplanes is watch the sky. It’s something I have done my entire life.
I write the sky into a numbe4r of my works, especially in the Portals Series.
And, as evident by my Instagram posts, I take pictures of it as often as I can. It’s a beautiful thing, this endless connection of vast air. It makes us wonder what is truly beyond it. It makes us wish to write our stories. And it is truly magical.
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