Profound Beauty

The sun is streaming into the Starbucks where I’m writing this weeks blog, its warm embrace is deceptive as I had to walk through a veritable blizzard to get to the store this morning. If you closed your eyes you could almost imagine it being a sultry summer’s day outside given the warmth that it’s projecting through the window and not the actual depths of winter that we’re experiencing. Peering into the sky I also recognize the clouds floating by as those that you’d generally equate with the French Impressionists. I can almost imagine the likes of Monet, Renoir, Sisley or Seurat readying their brushes and canvas ready to slip outside to capture the beauty of the sky this morning albeit a frigid morning (-10C). One of the few things that have stayed the same over the centuries is the landscape of the sky, so even 150 years on you can still observe the same structures, patterns and colors of the skies that those masters captured so beautifully all those years ago. ...