Pink Skies

Today while walking back from the auditions for the MASSOC ball Sunny and I exclaimed in wonder at the sky. It was blue with fluffy pink clouds just as though God had splashed a paintbrush coated with pink randomly across the sky. And they say pink is the in colour now. He sure knows what He's doing.

So we got our mobile phones out and clicked away at the sky, trying desperately to capture the wonderful riot of colour, but all we got was a tiny square of faded salmon and blue on our phones, not the vivid blue and pink of the sky, and a black little tree on a black little hill instead of the sorrowful, knarled branches of the tree still bare, still hopeful, still waiting, on a hill already vibrant with nodding daffodils.

"The actual thing looks so much better than in photographs," said Sunny in Chinese.

"The eyes are the best cameras," said I.