I love the sky.
I love the backdrop it provides for our lowly activities, like birdwatching, and smiling.
I love how picturesque and pastoral the sky can be.
I love the mystery of the night sky,
and the surprises that it showcases.
I love the drama.
I love the storms.
I love the boldness.
And at the end of the day, I really love the serenity.
I once read about a woman who survived World War II in a prison cell by looking at the sliver of sky she could see between the bars. When the war was over, she said the sky kept her alive. Gave her hope.
I believe her.
It gives me hope too.