I look up as often as down, on the alert for the surprises that my surroundings so frequently have to offer me.
Thankfully the sky is ever changing; I agree with the Cloud Appreciation Society who ‘pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’, since ‘Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day.’
Sunsets to my western outlook may slip through their gamut of glory, their combinations of flaming shapes and colours, before I happen to see them. The last acts will be stunning, like this golden bird soaring above the dark below, but what did I miss?
I am far more likely to see the best of a sunrise, the low windows beside my bed being on the north-east. And what would a sunrise be without clouds to catch for colour?
From bruised purple to hazy pink to firelit orange — who needs blue?