Skies

One of the best features of Colorado is its skies. I had never seen such clouds, they almost looked unreal. I had also never seen such blue-ness.

Even during tornado season, I was amazed by the storm clouds. Even as ominous as they were, they were fantastic in their dark beauty.

Yet after another sleepless night, I went out for a walk this morning and was pleasantly surprised to see our Bakersfield sky lit up in a tranquil, dawn light (second picture below).

I've mentioned before that I always make "mountain" analogies instead of "ocean" ones. I think I understand why that is now.

Mountains ascend towards the heavens, into a domed ceiling I never cease to be amazed at. While I love the ocean, I stare into the murky depths and am mystified and somewhat terrified of what lurks beneath.

I suppose I also look at the heavens and think of God, and lately, I look up and instead of being amazed, I find that I am having feelings that I associate with the ocean--fear.

I don't like these feelings, and so I've been re-acquainting myself with my love of the skies. I want to feel wonder, I want to feel love, and most of all I want to find peace even in its ever-changing canvas.