It seems I comment on the weather a hundred times a day.
People are beginning to suspect an awkward lull in the conversation,
but truly, I can't refrain from bursting forth with, "I can't believe this sky!" for the fourth time that day.
It's just been so beautiful.
The swelling clouds, and the pinks and purples of summer are an outer expression of my inner hopes, while the quiet gray undertones speak of a certain uncertainty.
I don't remember a more beautiful summer!