Its mornings like this that make me smile.
Out here near the bluffs the wind constantly blows cool air off the Mississippi river. I can smell the dew fresh off the damp grass and hear birds taking refuge from the flooded bottoms (areas currently flooded due to excessive river levels) in my trees. The extra wildlife on my property is always a welcome sight. Especially the delicious squirrels fattening up for a future visit to my smoker and slow cooker.
My dog, KIA likes to pretend she is about ten times bigger than she really is and tears across my yard in pursuit of anything that moves and piques her Schnoodle (Schnauzer and Poodle) curiosity. The squirrels and rabbits are in strong abundance this year due to the increased insect activity which is a result of the standing water in the area.
Everything is cyclic and connected to something else in a way. We can understand them better when we take the time to just stop and figure out how.
As I look up into the sky I notice the pale light blue shade as the density of the clouds mildly holds back the morning summer rain. For a moment as my mind phase shifts, I’m staring up at the sky. My one connection to every country I’ve visited. Years ago, I would look into the sky over Kuwait city, near the ruins of operations that took place in the 90s during Desert Storm. I couldn’t help but think this is the same beautiful sky so many other people are looking up at for different reasons and finding a different purpose. In Kuwait, the atmosphere is less dense so a morning sky would often consist of beautiful streaks of red and blue as well as hues of ash and gray.
The sky over Djibouti, Africa is almost always purple and orange. We get so spoiled here in America with our temperate agricultural climate, we miss out on the amazing sights different areas of the world have to offer. We do not even notice the little things like a beautiful sky over a place like that because we are not willing to do what it takes to have the opportunity to see it for ourselves. There is no value in looking at a picture of a sky when you know you have the opportunity to look up at it with your own eyes. Even if it is a sky over a dangerous place.
The wadis in Jordan were incredible to see during the wet season. It was easy to navigate the area when the sand was packed down but a trade-off was the constant risk of a flash flood sweeping our armored vehicle (and us) away. The sky was beautiful around 0600 everyday. I would look up and drink nasty chow hall coffee and suck down a cigarette before reporting in to the armory. It’s morning and the Desert is coming alive. Soon, so will the people and that is another story. Another headache.
This morning I watched the sky rise over my home here in Waterloo, IL. It made me smile because no matter what place I visit, the sky never ceases to amaze me. It never ceases to evoke emotions of belonging to that moment in time. My recorded history. Being able to close my eyes and lose myself within those fragmented memories is indescribable. I suggest you Trainwrecks try it as well.
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