In the sky

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” 

-John Steinbeck

Thanks to a ferris wheel and budding tree flowers, I looked up.  Tilting my chin upwards, smelling a world that is beginning to have a scent of soil again and I lengthened.  The fug of early spring made me forget the blue sky. Seeing the sky, way up there, and the planes streaming through it, surprised me.

How about you?