As I was walking through a buddhist temple on my way back to the train, my eyes drifted to the roof of the temple. My eyes kept on wandering over the roof until I encountered a sky so blue that I thought that I might be dreaming. The sky was an amazing shade of blue. Like those caribbean seas I swam in down in Jamaica. The sky was painted this hue. And across that sea of blue were rows of white clouds. They had been pulled by the wind and stretched into long rows like that of planted garden. It was an amazing to just be still and look up into the sky.
It was a surreal moment. Was I really there? Was it just a fragment of dream that surfaced in my waking hours? Does it matter if it was?
I do not have the answers. All I know is that there was truth in that shade of blue. A truth that touched my soul.