The Big Sky. That’s what I call my view from my backyard. Every time I see this beauty of nature I remember meeting a brilliant and kind woman from Beijing. She had just been hired by the company my husband worked for when they opened a field office in Beijing. She’d had a long flight here from China.
I met her that evening, after her flight. She was telling everyone about what she saw when she woke up in the morning – a brilliant blue sky and white clouds. She had never seen that in her entire life. Beijing is so polluted that the sky is always gray.
She told the story like a child describing seeing snow or the ocean for the first time.
Count your blessings. They’re right under your nose, or right above your eyes.