My sky these days. Which is a really good motivation to go for long walks.
And something I read and resonated:
(i do not know what is is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands.
EE Cummings
Read the rest of the (short, good and known) poem here.