I noticed this past fall that the changing color of leaves were really stirking me. I'd turn a corner (in my car) and see a whole avenue of orange or red, and it would lift my spirits. It made me realize that I didn't get a whole lotta nature in Manhattan, and while I wouldn't say I really missed it (after all, I never sought it out), it's kind of nice to have.
One thing I did miss in Manhattan was sky. I like sky. When the Hale-Bopp comet swung by earth, I had to go out on a boat on the East River to see it. I visited the Orkneys once, and was completely enchanted by the sky. When I got home, people were like, "Um, why did you take so many pictures of the sky??" When I went rafting in Idaho some years ago I was amazed at the night sky. I don't know much about the sky, but it's sure pretty.
So today, as I left the house at 7:40 am to go to my Saturday morning Pilates class (so worth it, seriously), I was struck by the gorgeous sky. Normally I don't look up. It's often overcast here. It had been dark when I had gotten up. But this was not ignorable. I whipped out my camera and took pictures....of the sky.
Same sky. Cool, hunh?