Summer Skies

Lately, the evenings here have gotten a purple-ish tint to them, making the sky seem almost like a painting.

Not quite a Monet - there's still a hint of realism to them. But as soon as you go out of your front door, you are met with BIG EXPANSIVE SKIES that might swallow you up whole...take a moment and realize that you're their friend.

Purple hues - maybe how the moors in England look with the heather blowing in the wind? I would like to imagine so.

The summer sky is bigger here. A foreigner and a stranger but not unfriendly. It's like a presence - in church or on the street - watching. Not threatening or polite. Just there. I don't know what to make of it just yet. Give me time.