I first heard my father-in-law talk about a “Texas sky” and being a transplant from the Arkansas/Missouri area, I wasn’t quite familiar with what he meant. He explained a Texas sky is a pale blue with streaks of soft clouds. As a former pilot, the sky was his playground, so I trust his explanation. It also reminds me a bit of him, with his striking snowy hair and piercing sky blue eyes.
This got me thinking about the different “types” of skies and the one that is most special to me is the Arkansas sky that I remember from my childhood. There are many versions, from the perfectly clear blue, cloudless day, to the deep post-storm sky that is somehow dark and bright at the same time, and sometimes, just sometimes, if you’re really lucky you’ll even see a beautiful rainbow like the one I remember seeing from my porch, the spectrum of colors warming the white steeple of our church in the distance.
Wherever you live now, or have lived in the past, I’m sure there’s a sky you remember. I hope the memories of those skies stick with you and bring a smile when you see one that reminds you of the past, just like they have with me.