The Sky's the Limit

I love the sky. It does so many wonderful things and has more color changes than anything on the earth.

I would love to photograph the sky, keep memories forever. I would get lost in all the sky, so many spots to capture, so many colors swirling about. I would never get a good shot in the short amount of time during a certain color phase. Also, these photographs lose some of the magic that the real thing has.

The sunrise is best viewed from the ocean, as is the sunset. The light hits the water and spreads all around. This is just in perspective of the sky and its colors. If the sun hits the horizon on a rocky crag, the little nooks and crannies go dark, sparking the imagination. You can see the light moving across an open field in the morning, and retreating in the evening.

That time right after sunrise looks the same no matter where you are. A deep breath brings crisp air to my lungs. There is a grand feeling of power; you think of all the things you can accomplish in the day. But as the cool air drifts around and chills you, you think of all the things that can go wrong.

In winter, that dread sets in easily, unless the sky is spotless, or with a few puffs of cloud. The sky’s the limit, as they say, so if the sky seems bright and unending, the cold will not bother you. But gathering clouds and gathering ice bring a profound grief for great ambitions.

In the spring, a dewy morning could be spent going for a run, or sitting inside, waiting. There are many things to wait for in the spring. Spring brings, most of all, renewed life to flora and fauna. Waiting for rain, to frolic in or to ruin your parade, is also a springtime wait. Waiting for old friends to return, like the birds in the sky. Waiting for classes to end so you can go play outside. Waiting for school to end and summer to begin. Waiting for love to find you.

The early summer mornings bring the most hope. With no school to worry about, an early morning may come as a surprise, but it is a wonderful one. A morning run is best when you see the sun rise and wake everyone else up while you go for an adventure. So many things seem possible when you’re up before everyone else. An anxious feeling may be felt in these early hours, a much better worry than those in previous seasons. Excitement comes from sun or storm in the summer.

The fall brings the crispest of air, the sharpest of wind, and the bluest of sky. An early fresh whiff can set you off to a new day and a new school year.  Some may feel despair at the thought of a return to all the cold, but it is something to be relished as you know that the good feelings will return.

If I could reach the sky, it would

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