I drove north on the highway this evening right around sunset, the sky filled with brush-stroke clouds composed in a way that took my breath away. It was like I was driving towards a giant watercolor painting. The sky held a range of soft blues, and the clouds a broader range of golds and oranges, with a splash of dark gray thrown in for contrast. Such composition!
I wanted to stop and take a photo, but I had a meeting to get to, and, let's face it, my phone's camera wasn't going to capture that beauty. By the time I reached my destination, the scene had faded and was mostly hidden by trees.
I have come to notice that highways, for all their ugliness, also offer something that can be hard to come by in tree-filled New England: big skies. I often get to have my best views of sunsets, cloud formations, the moon and stars during drives. These little moments filled with beauty remind me to pause in appreciation and wonder. They transform the mundane and give me precious moments of spaciousness that I have learned to treasure.
5 Tishrei 5774