Today's morning sky presented some crazy cloud formations in constant transformation. It was one of those skies that gives you a crick in the neck - you can't stop looking up.
Sometimes I see things in the very real world that remind me of surrealistic art. Perhaps the human imagination isn't as original as we often think. Every idea is already out there, served up by mother nature.
Very strange to know that the first day of school in our district came and went without my noticing. Somehow, though, that part doesn't bother me too much. It's more personal, the longing that flits around the edges of my mind. Four small people journeyed through childhood, bumped and jostled and thrilled and delighted, and I got to watch their daily adventures from the front row. Now they have moved on, which is exactly as it should be.
For now, I am trying to tuck those thoughts away and stay in the present. Sometimes it's better to avoid thinking too much, just for a while.
Life will continue to be full in new ways. Time to open up all those storage closets that held my life before children and see what still fits.
Perhaps there are no kids going back to school in this house, but J and I are beginning a new year of education. Should be interesting.