Ah, looking up. I love all connotations of that. It's such a cheerful, optimistic phrase.
This evening I'm looking up, in the way that you do when you start to feel yourself getting all choked up and you know you need to STOP IT! I'm full of a whole bunch of conflicted emotions, and I'm going to share all that in the near future.
But, for now, I'm going to take "looking up" in the literal. This is my very favorite "looking up" moment captured. A vacation day. A perfect day in every way. A moment of total, complete, pure contentment.
I had a great book to read, warm weather, an iced drink, and total peace. It was a "thoughtful spot", as Pooh would say. It slows my pulse just to look at this picture and remember the perfection of that day.
And while that is what I saw when I looked up, this is what I saw when I looked out:
Those are my very favorite people at the water's edge and my unpainted but oh-so-relaxed toes.
Beauty. Perfection. Peace. Looking up. In more ways than one.