Thank you, Yorkshire sky

I remember those first two weeks after Dad dying. As a family, we hid out in a cottage in South Yorkshire somewhere. The glass patio doors looked out to a valley that held a large reservoir surrounded by tall fir trees. We looked out to 180 degrees of skyline over hills of differing shades of green. It was beautiful, beauty in a typically English countryside kind of way.

However what struck me most wasn't the lake, the hills, the green. It was the sky. That full sky seemed to mirror each emotion. It seemed to identify my mood before my mind could even register what I felt.

We would laugh about a funny memory of Dad. The yellow, full sun would dance between white fluffy clouds against a vibrant blue.

I could wake from a deep sleep and not be able to move my limbs. The dark, sturdy clouds would stay stable and not move an inch.

I would feel relief to be with my family, the only people who might understand me at this moment. The white sunlight would shimmer across the still water of the reservoir.

The tears fell from my hollow insides. The rain fell from a grey sky.

The anger from my shoulders, my chest. The wind showed its strength.

At a time when I couldn't understand or even identify my thoughts or emotions, thank you Yorkshire sky for helping me to figure stuff out.

Gill

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