Sky blue pink.

When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell my sisters and I that her favorite color was “skyblue-pink.” My love affair with a box of Crayolo 64 crayons (with sharpener on the box), as a child, told me that skyblue-pink wasn’t a color. But mom would say that if I would watch the sky, God would provide that color magically before my eyes.

Mom was always right and I was witness to skyblue-pink in the sky many times throughout my life.

My honey and I had just checked into our room at a hotel in Conway, New Hampshire for the evening. We had spent a marvelous day driving and walking all over the White Mountains. The leaves were turning and the air was cool and crisp…typical of fall in New England. I had stepped outside to get my knitting from the car when the color, skyblue-pink was painted across the early evening sky. Smiling, I thanked Mom and our Creator for giving me this amazing canvas and I watched until the sun had set as the colors intensified and then bled together into a dusky blue.

Such majesty in the world and all given to us so freely. Sea Witch