A crisp morning sky full of sunshine. Sounds like a preferred walking day. However, I like the days with clouds. Clouds sprinkled on a sunrise give the pink light a place to dance. Lazy clouds loafing over the hills make my body want to stretch out in the same way.

The other morning the sky was covered with a layer of clouds so heavy I couldn't see any blue. I heard a plane though. I thought of all those passengers looking down into my cloudy morning. They were up there in the sunshine. I smiled to myself. I like the reminder of cloudy days. My faith is strengthened and renewed for I know even though I can't see the sunshine it's there. Even though I can't see God's face I know he's still there just above the spectacular cloud cover.