Currently I live on the top floor of a house, on a hill in Taxco. When I open my eyes in the morning I look over the top of the city and beyond to the mountains, where every morning the sun comes up to greet me.
Since winter is the dry season in Mexico, that usually means the sky turns from deep indigo, to violet to shades of magenta, coral, pink and peach, in layers sort of like a sand sculpture or those gelatin cups they sell everywhere here (Mexicans love their gelatin).
Days are clear and bright with azure blue skies occasionally dotted with a few white puffy clouds.
Imagine my surprise and wonder when I opened my eyes and saw this.
He certainly knows how to paint a beautiful sky. I just love how the beauty changes minute by minute.