Sippin' it down til the foam runs out
She'll help her old man home again
With a walk in the Irish rain
Oh, Katherine, take my hand
I've got three pounds in change
And I'll sing you songs of love and then
When I get too drunk to sing
We'll walk in the Irish rain
The sky was so beautiful today. Nothing super-special about it either, I just happened to see it today. I think we walk around without really seeing all the time. Today I really saw the sky, almost like I was seeing it for the first time after being stuck in the dark. The clouds were beautiful, big and puffy and, on one side of the sky, white and immobile, and on the other side, gray and creeping. The sky was like ten different shades of blue. On the eastern horizon it was a very pale sky blue and as I looked from east to west above me the sky turned into a darker shade of sky blue, and then once it got nearer the sun it lightened again. The sun, by the way, was playing peak-a-boo behind the clouds this afternoon, and it the clouds were both thick enough and thin enough that I could actually see the sun at points through it, when I could see the edge of it. It looked like a full moon, bright and shining at 6 in the afternoon. And then, as the sun would hide behind a cloud, just below in the space between where that cloud ended and another began, I could see beams of sunlight shining down to the earth, from all the way up in the sky. I adore that kind of sky, because for some reason the sight of beams of light streaming down from behind a cloud, miles and miles down to the earth, unbroken, just impresses upon me the awe-someness and majesty of God.
It was a beautiful day.