It’s supposed to rain tonight and the sky was glowering nearly all day.

Sea.  Sky.  Shells.  Sand.  Stones.  And the heron returned today.  He was standing partway up the cliff, but flew away when I got near enough for a good portrait.

Flew into the sky, just the sky.

Where does the sky start?

Over our heads?  Above the trees?  We fly kites in the sky.  Skyscrapers scrape the sky.  Airplanes fly in the sky.   Butterflies fly in the sky, I think.  And bees.  Parachuters are in the sky until they touch the ground.  But my knees aren’t in the sky, are they?  Nor my head, really?

So where does the sky start?

Can one “touch” the sky?  Birds fly in the sky.  Smoke rises into the sky.  When I jump, do I jump into the sky?

Where does the sky start?

Just tell me that, if you can.  There are so many things you can’t tell me.  Just tell me that.

Where does the sky start?