The end of the first day of school. Back at the local bus stop, the bus pulls up. It stops. It’s that time of year again. Johnny follows the others off the bus. He’s talking to Reigna as they return to meet the waiting parents, family, and friends. Johnny has just started the first grade.
“What’s that you’ve got there?”, Johnny’s mom Sophia asks.
“What?”
“That picture that you’re holding.” Sophia encourages.
“It’s my picture about summer.”, Johnny tells her.
He hands his mom the picture he’s been carrying. Sophia takes it up and gives it a look. It’s a painting. It appears to be a scene depicting a gathering. There are four people around what looks like a large green donut in a yard. The yard is light brown and green, surrounded by columns that must be trees, and dots of colors which might be flowers. One of the people is holding up what looks like a towel, as the others are like dancing or waving. “What is this a picture of?’, Sophia asks. Regina and her older sister are looking over Johnny’s shoulder at the portrait.
“It’s Beck Pond when we were catching frogs.” he informs them.
Returning to her boys’ recent masterpiece she admires his work. There are a couple birds depicted in the sky above the boys. There are brush strokes of silver all above the scene at the pond. In the middle of the the sky the silver is smudged a bit, and seems brighter. “Is it about to rain on you guys at the pond?”, she wonders.
“No?! It’s sunny.”
“You forgot to paint the sky blue Johnny.”, Sophia suggests.
The sky isn’t blue mom. It’s white.”
“The sky is always blue Johnny.”, his mother corrects him.
The group at the bus stop is breaking up an overlapping conversation of hellos, How was its, see you laters, goodbyes. Regina is looking up in the sky, and says, “He’s right. It is white.”
Sophia looks up. There is a warm, very warm sensation of the sun that seems to be cued. The area about the sun is shining too brightly to actually look at, but it’s bright white. The balance of the sky is… “Oh well!?!? It is white!” , she exclaimed in real surprise. Sure enough, she stood corrected. Sophia at this point became curious and interested in what you might call the phenomena of the sky.