It’s narcissistic to think of the sky as mine, blue or otherwise. It belongs to everyone.

But I have come to see the blue sky in the morning as personal. It is always there, waiting for me, even when I can’t see it. It always makes me feel hopeful and believes that love and truth will prevail at the end.  I always look out the window and wait for it.

To me, Blue Sky means good.

It seems in the human spirit to be angry, lie and hurt other people. Truth is having a hard time out there.  It seems also that a part of the human spirit is to love, forgive and empathize.

We each have to decide what we believe in. I’ll go with love and empath.  I believe in a kindler and gentler world, I don’t care what the news says.

The sun in the sky, morning and night, speak to me in that way and whispers in my ear: “have faith in the good.” They are never able to kill it off.