Lately, I am in love with the sky. When I look at the sky, it looks so beautiful to me that it takes my breath away. Sometimes when I am taking photos I aim the camera up at the sky and take a picture.
I think that one reason I love the sky so much is that I can see it. The sky is so huge and takes up so much room that, even on days when I can focus on very little, I can always see the sky. It may be that I cannot see the words on a page, the details on my computer screen, the flowers in the garden, or the expressions on people’s faces, but the sky is always there for me. And it will always be there. As I understand it, my eye problems lead to central vision loss but not to total blindness. Even if my blind spots continue to get larger and larger, my vision will never be so obscured that I cannot see the sky,
I do live in Rochester, so we have a lot of cloudy days. But, even on cloudy days, I love the sky. Light and shadow, bright and dark, the cloudy sky is full of mystery. Sometimes I feel silly aiming my camera up into the sky. To make photographing the sky less strange, I like to include the sky in my photos of other objects.
I know that, for many people of faith, it is the rainbow that offers a sign of hope from God. I do not need a rainbow. For me, the sky itself is a sign. I may lose much of my vision. People’s faces may become difficult to recognize. Stairs may become harder and harder to navigate. Still, I can have hope. There will always be the sky.
When I am feeling discouraged, I remind myself to look up and see the sky…really SEE the sky. It is so beautiful. It is eternal. It is a gift and a blessing. It gives me hope.