I am a total sucker for a pretty sky.
Seriously, it might be a problem. I’ll do my best to stray away from filling this blog with 365 photos of skies I deem worth a second glance, but I can’t make any promises. It’s a weakness of mine. Whenever I see a pretty sky I get weak in the knees, my eyes well up, and I find myself holding my camera. It’s a lot like when I see a pretty girl. Okay, maybe not the camera part, but “weakness of mine” part.
Bear with me.
It happens all too often. I’ll see a pretty girl from across the room for the first time. I’ll instantly know she’s smart, down-to-earth, my friends will love her, and she probably has a great sense of humor (but at this point, who really cares, right?) So I see this girl, and I know she’s everything I could want and probably more, and I decide that I have to do something about.
I decide to make my move—nervous in the inside, confident on the outside. I walk across the room… and somehow end up dating this girl’s best friend. Which is good because whenever you’re in a relationship it’s comforting to spend copious time with your partner and the person you really wanted to be with, yeah? I thought so. That’s healthy.
So, now that I write this out, I realize it’s not a lot like my weakness for skies at all, but what’s written is written and I can’t exactly undo that, now can I? I swear it all lined up in my head.
