I wonder if the sky gets jealous of the water. It should.
Everyone seeks the water, remembers the water, gazes at the water, plans a whole Saturday around getting to the water.
San Francisco Bay, the Jersey Shore, Sleeping Bear Dunes, Baja.
But the sky says, hey, I'm clean too, I'm pure and blue.
Water isn't overrated or something; water is TOTALLYworth all the fuss.
But people undervalue the sky. I'd just like some parity.