blue skies

  The first blue skies of the year are always the best. They're the bluest, even if they're faint. We're so sick of the white or gray blanket that covers our glorious canvas of blue. So, when that blue shows up, we longingly wish it would stick around forever.
  But that doesn't happen for awhile. So we spend our days wishing for summer and warmer days, when the world is vibrant and fresh.
  Soon, though, we'll be wishing for that white or gray blanket of blah again. We'll be sick of shorts and want our sweaters and gloves and hats back. We'll be taking our blue sky for granted, even though it's a very beautiful thing.
  How fickle we are.
♥Bekah Joan