My Word of the Week: Sky


sky – noun\ˈskī\

: the space over the Earth where the sun, moon, stars, and clouds appear


Heading out in the car last evening, my husband and I discussed the errands we were running and the restaurant where we would have dinner and the difficulties of adjusting to daylight savings time. But when we turned onto State Road 28, heading west toward the interstate, all I could think about was the sky.

The sun was setting, and the clouds hung low and light, stretching this way and that across the expanse of indigo and magenta and azure. As we traveled at 55 miles per hour, the pinks intensified over the other hues, and the sky transformed into a marquise tourmaline I wanted to mount on a ring and keep forever.

We kept talking at we drove, though I interrupted again and again. “Look at the sky,” I entreated my husband. “It’s just so beautiful.”


This morning, working at my desk in front of the south facing window, I couldn’t help but see the sky again, casting a blue and gray marbled background for the silhouette of the empty trees as the sun made its daily rounds. The window blustered around our fenced-in yard, leaves swirling and branches swaying. And high up in the sky, the scene shifted minute by minute.

Skies like these mean change is coming. Cool dry air riding down from Canada makes it easier for our eyes to collect more colors of the spectrum during the morning and evening hours when the atmosphere is so dense. Those cold winds also usher in winter, and soon, we’ll hunker down to stay warm and ride out the months of darkness.


“I’m not ready for winter,” my husband said as we saw snow in the forecast for Sunday.

“Me neither,” I said, though secretly I need a bit what winter has to offer.

Change is coming, the skies announce. And outside we feel it. But change is coming for us inside, too. Cold, damp, and dark does something to a person, and we needs skies like these to shine ever brightly in the those seasons.

You see, it’s not just autumn when the skies shine so brilliantly. We can look up all winter long, when the bright light of hope shines brightest against the darkness.




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Definitions of my word of the week are from Merriam-Webster Dictionary Online.


Charity Singleton Craig

Charity Singleton Craig is a writer, author, and speaker, helping readers grow in their faith and experience true hope in the middle of life’s joys and sorrows. She is the author of My Year in Words: what I learned from choosing one word a week for one year and coauthor of On Being a Writer: 12 Simple Habits for a Writing Life That Lasts.

  • Diana Trautwein ,

    This is just beautiful, Charity. In every way I can think of. I loved the light of fall and winter (even though we don’t have winter as you experience it, the angle of the light changes thing, you know?) Thanks for this.

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      Charity Singleton Craig ,

      Sorry I’m so late in responding to this, Diana. Thanks for your comment. I love your observation that even the angle of light changes things. I think that’s so true.

    • Megan Willome ,

      Winter is my favorite season (and yes, I’m sure I wouldn’t feel that was if I lived in Indiana). I find it easier to find the light then, when there’s less of it. Compared to a Texas summer, when the light is so constant, so hot, so oppressive that I’m hidden indoors anyway.

      • Dolly@Soulstops ,