I love losing myself in the sky

Clouds ever-changing

The deep blue transforming into an array of pastels, a pallet worthy of the greatest of painters.

Possibilities beyond our imagination and then some… It seems foolish that we try so hard to map them all, giving them titles in the name of science… When it’s pure magic. Natural.

Then again, nothing we experience is natural anymore. Even our mountains have been moved and shaped by our hand. We create weather and control the thoughts of others.

Recalling a child I heard while stopped on my bicycle, singing top of her lungs… This must be the most natural thing anymore…. The song of a child.

Anyways ⏸️

This next part was written this morning, after talking with a co worker. I shared it with the rest of my staff and I want to share it with you.

👉 “Something you should know:

You are a ray of light on the edges of a spinning pinwheel and I see you.

You might not always feel so joyous but I’m glad you are all a part of my day.

This thought was inspired by one of you who always seems to glow and that I get flowery with my words when I don’t sleep well.

Have a good day everyone”

⏸️☺️

Be well Notes.