Morning Sky Memoir


Life is really great when I just look around without judgment; things are always happening, and when I turn my head in wonder, something interesting, something worth living to see is always there in front of my eyes.

This morning I looked upon the sky, walking to work down Seaport Boulevard, and I saw a plane fly right over my head. It was massive, its wingspan openly soaring through the still morning air.

An hour before that, a beautiful display of rising sunlight radiated through hazy slivers of gray in waves of blue, pink, orange, red and yellow.

The sun had not yet shown its face, and I felt inclined to take a picture.

It’s strange how my eyes look to the skies today.