The Wild Blue Yonder
The first day of summer was absolutely lovely–the clearest blue sky and large white cumulus clouds. I was sitting on the back deck with my aunt watching the birds, listening to the far-off putter of a mower, the occasional barking of a dog not even breaking our peaceful reverie . . . suddenly
Practically covering the sky to our left, a jet flew over, royal blue and yellow. We stood up as it caught us unaware but we didn’t know what was to follow: a loud, house-shattering, glass-breaking thunderous sound that trailed seconds later. I screamed, I don’t know why I screamed. My father, who was in the house, claimed that I probably scared the pilots! But it startled me and our peaceful summer day was broken–but replaced by a show of the Blue Angels practicing.
Take ten minutes out of your day tomorrow to look at the sky.
©Teresita Abad Doebley All rights reserved 2009-2011.
Quote of the Day for YOU: In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams