The building reminds me of the painted cinder blocks in this prison. The only other thing that really spoke to me was the blue, blue sky. I wish I could just be somewhere laying in the grass looking up at that beautiful sky. I’ve always been a sky watcher. I love sunsets and clouds and sunrises. And I have to say that since being in prison I’ve seen some of the most beautiful skies. I can look up and see God’s handiwork and it reminds me that I’m not alone and that God is even in this place. I can find beauty among the ashes of this dark place in my life. And that’s comforting.
