4 April 2009

wide and high

There is a song I used to sing as a kid, with the words "the prairie sky is wide and high" deep in the heart of Texas.

This isn't Texas, but each time I visit I am struck by how wide the sky is. I guess I have always lived near hills.

The sky is pale here (when not stormy!) In Hawkes Bay, New Zealand, it is cobalt blue above cerulean; where I live in Italy it is cobalt blue over cobalt blue light.

I wonder, how deep is the ocean, how wide is the sky?

Today I am grateful for sunshine and warm weather.
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1 comment:

Sarah said...

Who can look at the sky when there are chipmunks to stare at, hmmm?

Lookit him go! Chipmunking along....