“Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. …”
~ Burt Lancaster as Dr. Archibald Graham from “Field of Dreams”
Blue skies. Incredibly blue. This second day of May in Buffalo plays out this way. Certainly, it made it very hard to not feel a “sick day” coming on and just enjoy it. I caught glimpses through the overhead windows at the shop. Basking in the radiance as I wander past the gaping garage door, a random distraction that needed no excuse to occur.
The Buffalo Baseball Bisons (no other sports team in the city carries the nickname anymore, but you grow up hearing things, they become legend!) play in the evening, but how perfect would the horizon look from third baseline seats. I’d even forgo the “dog and a beer” (I’m not a communist, I just need to watch myself) for the chance to view that sky from such a prestigious perch.
Not a cloud. Just the blueness of blue! And faint stripes of airplane vapor trails wafting to obliteration on the odd occasion. You’ve seen this scene on Hawaiian travel brochures, and Myrtle Beach flyers. But this is Buffalo. The Fran Ciel Ice Cream stand is open for business, they’re playing ball at Coca-Cola Field and it does truly NOT suck. Skies so blue…
My eyes hurt!