This is how the sky was when I went to the beach this afternoon ~ blue, blue, blue.
I feel I should nearly be apologising for posting such a plain photograph. Wouldn’t a bird, a cloud, a kite, tree tops, a steeple ~ almost anything have added to the picture?
Maybe they would but why do we need contrast all the time? In ways there is a contrast here because this is January blue at a time when all the talk is about ‘January blues.’
Also, I have to say that ever since I read Oscar Wilde’s poem, The Ballad of Reading Gaol, I have never, ever taken a blue sky for granted:
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky …
Perhaps we are all prisoners of complexity in a world that offers so much in the way of simplicity?