It was almost noon, on route 303, in Arizona. On both sides of the road, I see ordinary brown desert with the scattered small, wispy, green and yellow shrubs and erect cactus. What breaks this mundane scene is the explosion of giant, puffy white clouds, close to the horizon, making a circular dome around the earth. The sky is a lovely shade of soft blue and the mountains, in the distance, are painted in pastels of lavender and navy. The only flaw in this glorious scene is a large, dark cloud, hanging like a canopy, above me. Uh-oh, sprinkles of rain threaten to erase my visage! But, no, they disappear as quickly as they came. Isn’t that just like Arizona? How I wish I could take a picture! But, having no time or camera to capture the masterpiece before me, I surrender to soaking up the loveliness before me, etching the portrait into my memory,
A Painted Sky
Published by Sheila Scherlin
I am a retired special needs teacher originally from Massachusetts, now residing in Arizona. My husband and I each have three adult children and many grandchildren and some great grandchildren. My passions are singing, single action cowboy shooting, writing and my faith in Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior. I have danced and acted, on stage and in competitions, but swim aerobics is the closest I come to dance, at this stage. My husband and I travel back east, every summer, to be with our families. I adore our grandchildren and wish we lived closer to them, year round. View more posts
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Beautifully written, Sheila. Thank you.
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