I love looking up at a dark and dreary sky, and seeing that tiny spot of blue sky just beyond, and realizing that behind the clouds, there's always that blue clear sky.
As I walked to work yesterday morning, it was frigidly cold, and the sky was filled with dark gray clouds. I love clouds. Clouds are so ambiguous, dynamic, always changing, and they never cease to fill me with wonder and joy. As I often find myself doing, this particular morning as I walked, my eyes scanned the sky to take in the beauty above me. And then I saw it. The 3 small spots of the brightest blue sky, shining through a tiny break in the clouds. Every time I see that, it blows my mind. It's the same as when you're in a plane, far above the clouds. It's hard to imagine that the people below you, underneath those clouds, can't see the blue clear sky that's just above them. It's just hard to imagine that above all those gray clouds, there's still the blue sky. We often don't see things deeper than below the surface, or at least just what we can see.
I know this sounds like another one of those blogs that I post that tell you to enjoy life, to see the happy side of things, to see "beyond the dark clouds of the trials of our lives, to the happiness and joy of the blue sky just beyond them." I suppose it could be one of those. But it's not what I was going for. What I was going for, was the "look beyond the surface and realize that there's more to things that just what you see" idea. Yep. That's it.