For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with the sky. Clouds and colors and textures and everything. Riding a bike is one of the best ways to really have time to spend with a sunrise or a sunset. As you move in the environment, you can watch everything above you change second by second, minute by minute.
I’ve been thinking a lot about why I’m so attracted to everything above me and while I haven’t come up with any solid reason, I’ve found a few nuggets of information that I often forget.
The sky makes me feel small. It makes me feel a part of something so much larger and more amazing than the humdrum that society hammers down our throats telling us that it is what we should be caring about. The sky is unpredictable but always there. No matter how many beautiful clouds, sunrises, or sunsets you see, the future always holds more. When you’re caught up in your own spiral of being stressed out or busy or unhappy or unfulfilled or uninspired, you can look up and see something natural and incredible. And it’s free. This is something we can all see, if we just take the time to look up every now and then.
I take a lot of pictures of the sky, and in general I prefer a sunrise over a sunset. Philadelphia has been the host to some absolutely incredible skyscapes over the past few months and I look forward to what the sky will look like this winter, as I enter my third season of my new life at 30.
That’s another thing the sky does. When you begin to wonder how the hell did my life become this, you can look up and be reminded that life isn’t a linear path of logic. It too is a swirling thing full of color, texture, sunlight, and clouds. And if one day it’s unimpressive, the future still holds some amazing sunrises.