I lie below the skylight this morning on a soft fluffy blanket in front of the warm fire, coffee in hand, beside a warm, foggy rabbit. The sky shines a gorgeous azure blue through the window, inviting me to join.
I think of Ken Klaus’ original piece, Blue Skies, played at Dad’s Celebration of Life. Dad lived in Blue Skies. For some strange reason I’m also reminded of Windows XP desktop screen (below), harkening back to the early 2000s. Happier times. I was running through those emerald green hills back then.
I remember a moment sometime around that period when I was at the Alberta Legislature gardens, a glorious sunshiney day, happy and delirious with life. I looked up at the blue sky abounding the heavens and I felt rushing sensation. The green grass lifted me to the blue and the blue sky came rushing down to meet me, combining into a swirl of perfect union. It was one of those blissful moments when the beauty of life steals your breath.
My spirit extends upward, stretching to reach the light today, but the blue is behind a pane of streaked, dusty glass. It is just out of reach.
Blue sky is framed by a skylight, along with a suggestion of sunshine out of view.