The sky was so beautiful today. Sometimes it's hard to fill the space with the feeling.
As I descended the small hill onto the bike path this morning, I had to maneuver around an elderly man that was stopped and standing next to his bike, staring upwards, hypnotized. So entranced was he that I looked back expecting to see Superman or a North Korean bomber. But no, it was simply the most beautiful open blue sky.
Something about the air, the sun, the wind, the feeling of coming closer to the inside world as we move into the winter months, the orange of the trees changing the constant blue of the sky. It's a magical time.