Sky as Metaphor . . . in the form of a simile!
Each morning we look to the heavens to see what kind of day we can expect . . . will it be blue skies or gray? Cloudy or clear? Especially in the desert’s wide-open spaces, the sky takes up a big part of our line of sight and during these tense days of COVID-19, it has often felt as though the sky is falling.
But in an era when we store our lives in a cloud, there is a silver lining. Wishing for a return to normal is not pie in the sky. We can achieve anything by remaining positive, because the sky’s indeed the limit; and one day soon, out of a clear blue sky, things will be all right again.
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true… – Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg
*Header image courtesy of Karen Wright