After a slew of melancholy posts this week, it seems a good time for this slight change of pace, with a hopeful rendition of ‘Blue Skies’ from Ella Fitzgerald to set the tone. We’ve had some incredible blue skies lately, in between some dreary gray days – and without the latter the former would shine quite as brilliantly. Contrast and clarity.
Gray and blue often mingle on my lunch-time walks in downtown Albany, where buildings frame the sky, and bricks balance the clouds.
Beauty doesn’t always strike in bold and brilliant strokes – sometimes it’s softer, found in the basic purity of a blue sky, or the simple quiet of an afternoon’s stillness. You have to listen carefully to find it then, you have to look a little closer, but it’s there, in the subtle mottling of a wall of bricks, in the winks of a series of windows, blinking back at the astute observer.
