At first glance the image had an easy explanation – a reflective puddle in a church parking lot. That’s what I thought, and that’s what you would have thought if you were out walking with me. But then I looked up, to enjoy more of the pink clouds. Had we been together, maybe I would have clutched your arm and pointed above our heads. There were no pink clouds.
Our sky was cloud-free.
This wasn’t a reflection, then, but a glimpse of somewhere else.
Someday perhaps I’ll figure out how to visit. Although I’m not sure whether it’s knowledge, faith, or courage that I lack.
Meanwhile, I can only imagine the somewhere elses as I send Nica to other Frames.
(The WP Photo Challenge is Enveloped.)