Your sky, today, Lord speaks to me of joy awaiting. There is a winsome call, from the break in the gray overcast lit with yellow, that life and light is here. My eyes stay fixed on the beauty and iridescence of the light, only giving a nod to the thick gray blanket all across the remainder of the expanse above. This is how I want to live my life. That brilliance peeking through is real, and generates from the warmth and radiance of something bigger than all I see below. It seems foolish to keep my eyes on anything else.