Skywatcher, home

Sanibel sunrise
Sanibel sunrise. Year unknown. But definitely at Mitchell’s Sandcastles. The tiki hut is the iconic location identifier. Mitchell’s was destroyed by a major hurricane a few years ago.

The beauty of skywatching is its diversity and accessibility.

Any day.

Any time.

Any where.

But the tricky catch to sky watching is the same for all.

You have to pause to look.

It’s the pause.

The noticing.

The desire to pause and notice.

The enjoyment.

The reward.

The gratitude.

All of it.

Glances are meaningless, as a stereotype.

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Nine clouds, ten clouds

Nine clouds, ten clouds?

How many did you notice?

Two days ago?

Last week?

How long do you watch them?

Why do you watch them?

Almost always, the clouds are moving.

i’ve found that random glances never reveal movement.

Stationary clouds are a fallacy.

Yet…

Stationary clouds, i think, are a stereotype that creates lifelong cloud-watching avoidance.

No two days worth of skies in our lifetime will be identical.

What a gift of never-ending variety, compliments of the Cosmos.

Ps. ‘Scuse me while i kiss the sky.

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This website is about our HOME. This is the fifth of five daily, differently-themed blog posts about: (1) mind, (2) body, (3) spirit, (4) work, (5) home. To return to Mid Life Celebration, the site about MIND, click here.