I remember one day I was playing outside, I was about 8 years old. Suddenly I saw what I thought was a large white bird in the sky.
As I looked at it quickly went into the clouds and was gone.
I am unsure of what it was. I would like to think I saw an angel that day. Looking back it was too large to be a bird and birds do not go up into the clouds.
Since that day, I live with an air of expectancy.
I find myself constantly looking up at the sky. You could say I keep my head in the clouds.
I admire the colors, textures, shapes, and movement. I wonder at the supreme being that inhabits the space above. I marvel at his created wonders.
The hues of clouds on clear days and on cloudy days just fill me with such awe.
The world, life, flowers, everything makes me acutely aware of the beauty and I am continuously awestruck at this space we share.
I try to see the beauty in all things and most days I find it.