London Skies

The clouds hung like smoke over the Thames this morning, pressing the sky’s ceiling onto London’s skyscrapers…

…and landmarks.  Tower Bridge…

…and the Tower of London.

An hour later I emerged from my meeting and patches of blue were starting to push through the clouds…

…painting the glass skyscrapers.

Sunset in the Atlas Mountains

We were driving through the Middle Atlas Mountains of Morocco and the afternoon’s drizzle suddenly ended and this happened…

You would have stopped too, wouldn’t you?

Above the Trees

Home from a day out in London sourcing for a client, I make a green tea and stand on my balcony, watching clouds dance in front of the approaching sunset, and a gull soaring high.

Skyscapes

Sometimes, the best place to look is up…

…it’s a whole other world up there.

Up in the Air

Then before we knew it, we were on our way home to BC from Newfoundland. Back in the St. John’s Airport…

…watching the plane come in…

…settling into my seat…

…and watching Canada unfold below me from 35,000 feet.

Newfoundland…

…Quebec…

…Ontario…

…Manitoba…

…snowfields in Saskatchewan…

…then the Rockies…

Magnificent.

Moony

Something drew me out of sleep last night. I opened my eyes and the room shone with a soft white light. It laddered across my pillow through the window blind until the light penetrated my sleep and I awoke to the quiet of the far corner of night.

I went to the window and pulled up the blind. The full moon hung in the sky like an eye, the pupil dilated and white, the iris rings of blue and yellow. It was like the eye of a giant black cat, gazing at a night world cloaked in the silence of mid-winter.

I got up and went outside. Ralphie raised her head and watched me as I passed by her bed, but it was too late even for her, and she laid her head back on her paws and yawned and closed her eyes. I opened the front door and stood on the lawn and I stared back at the night cat and said, “You’re not alone. I’m here. I see you.” And I took her picture so you could see her too.