Sky Blue Pink
If you asked my father what his favorite color was, he would answer “Sky Blue Pink.”
My dad didn’t seem to be a fanciful guy on the surface – he was gruff, he was taciturn, he was stern – but he had some deeply fanciful characteristics, like having a favorite color like Sky Blue Pink.
One of my favorite memories with my mom is traveling to Montana on a little Boeing 727 that made 5 stops along the way. We were traveling above the Rocky Mountains and below the cloud layer just at sunset, when suddenly the whole world turned vibrant pink. The snow, the clouds, the mountains…even the air seemed pink. We gasped and just sat there and took it all in.
On this trip, I got a similar glimpse, but from above the clouds this time. I think it was almost, just almost, Sky Blue Pink.