On Valentine's Day, my husband took his two girls on a day trip to Waco and Austin. 75 and sunny in February...yes, please. We were escorted the entire way by beautiful skies and returned sun-kissed and a little more freckle-faced (well, at least I did). Going through my photos from the day, I realized something: the vast majority of them were of trees and sky. And that made me happy, because how long has it been since I looked up? Apparently awhile, because I could not seem to take enough pictures of the heavens, the tips of trees.
I spend too much of my days stiff-necked at a computer screen, zoned-out watching a TV show, or immersed in the latest household emergency. But looking up, I never regret. The sky is the daily bread of the eyes, the breath of fresh air for the soul.
When is the last time you looked up?