This was the color of some parts of the sky this morning. And this was the color of other parts. It was soooo beautiful, in a weird way. It wasn't sunny out, and it seemed almost gloomy and like some parts of the sky were about to downpour off in the distance. But it was beautiful. And the smell outside, along with the colors of the sky and the clouds hiding the shades of blue, reminded me first of Haiti 3 years ago. I'm not sure what it was, but it reminded me of the cool, crisp mornings in Haiti, eating breakfast at Wall's Guest House (w/ yummy fresh mango!) on the patio or the open part of the 2nd floor. It brought back memories of that and how it would later be extremely hot and then it would rain down floods at night. And then it would be nice again, a pleasant night to sit on the roof or the porch of the guest house and sing songs under the stars.
I love the way a morning sky can bring peace. And calm. And joy. And newness. And the smell of fresh air makes me feel like I'm breathing in new breath. And new mercies.
Sometimes I love the morning.