Dear reader, before reading, please go look at the sky for a second…

This story isn’t really about an act of kindness *I* did, but two that two people did for me yesterday and today. For the last few years, I’ve been telling my friends at university, through text-messages or SMS, to look at the sky whenever I think it’s particularly beautiful: an almost unnatural greenish-yellow haze near the horizon blending to an unnaturally deep purple on perfectly clear days, towering thunderclouds, those almost-completely-white overcast days that make every tree and building look like it’s been painted on paper–the universe’s canvas. I’ve had a fascination with the sky ever since going to Texas, where the sky is HUGE beyond description. (I live in New York, so my sky before going to Texas had always been hemmed in by trees and buildings, and hadn’t had the same gravity.) Some friends, as you would expect, find this annoying, but others like it and actually do go look at the sky. Some tell me it reminds them of “the little things.” One, who sent me a message yesterday, told me the messages helped her remember not to take everything in her life too seriously, to the point of constantly worrying about every little thing. Other friends have started to reply: “Oh, yes. Very beautiful! =) ” So the acts of kindness I received yesterday and today were from a friend in Nebraska (who’s sky is radically different from mine because of the 1,300 mile distance between us), who said, “The sky here is amazing tonight,” and from my girlfriend, who said, “Look at the sky. Wow.” So, reader, check the sky out–it’s beautiful!