I went on a walk this early evening. It was the first time I left the house all day (after driving my husband to work in the morning) and it was lovely. The sky was grey, which made all the pretty greens, blues, pinks, of the plants, trees and other general signs of life seem extra bright.
Just like my grey shoes and highlighter color socks.
The air was light, and nowhere near cold or hot. Just perfect. The clouds had woven themselves into an airtight blanket that let some light seep through while hiding the brightness of the sun.
I realized that it was the sky that was making me feel so light, happy, and safe. Most people hate overcast weather, but I love it. There is something about the way the cloud blocks out the rest of the universe that allows me to focus on the universe inside my head. I know I can let the ideas floating around in my head out for a little run without worrying that they will venture out to Jupiter and get lost in it's perpetual storm.
I can wander without getting lost.
The skies here, at The Real Home, tend to tinge blue when grey. The skies in The Home Away From Home tend to tinge pink.
I became an independent, roaming, life loving adult in The Home Away From Home. Today, I miss it's pink skies.
