Blue Sky Day

It was a blue sky day at the bay, a day spent with my brother and sister. This meant we could talk about Dad, and his habit of standing at the threshold of a doorway, stretching out his arms and saying, "Look at that, not a cloud in the sky."

We joked that had Dad turned around, he might have noticed looming thunderheads. But he didn't turn around; he ignored the clouds. He kept his gaze resolutely blue-skyward. An excellent trait — until you're caught unprepared in a sudden downpour.

No matter, we loved him — and we carried umbrellas, learned to look for and deal with the rain and clouds and gloom.

Still, that doesn't mean we can't enjoy a blue-sky day when one is given to us.  And one was, yesterday — a glorious day.