I do love a dramatic sky! On Wednesday evening at sunset, pink and grey clouds moved in quick succession in a Northerly direction across the swathe of blue sky. It was beautiful to watch. Swifts were swooping over the roof tops and seagulls circled above my garden. It was a magical moment. A moment to savour. It also felt quite eerie.
The sky changes constantly. It can be bright and blue, oppressive, grey and bleak or dark and menacing and a cloud can vanish in a blink of an eye. Skies - a metaphor for life?