I make plenty mention of how much I love the waters of the world. It’s the constant motion, the ceaseless activity, the feeling there’s always something happening beyond what my eyes can see and my ears can hear during a visit ‘down to the water’.
Clear skies, depending on the time of day, have the ability to inspire, but cannot compare to a sky like this one. Combine this type of early morning sky with rushing, turbulent, noisy water and you’ve got my definition of paradise… well, one of them.
A sky like this one in the picture has a tendency to work on my mind. As with an active water world, a sky full of color and clouds gets me to thinking: What’s happening behind all that complexity and beauty?
Something tells me even if I had the power of flight, I wouldn’t rush to check it out. I like the notion of it being a mystery I’m not ‘suppose to know’. It’s a mystery I can allow to go right on being a great unknown in the world.
behind the veil to heaven…