Red Sky

Red sky in the morning,
Sailors take warning.
Red sky at night,
Sailors delight.

I've said time and time again, I love looking at the sky.  Tonight, as the sun set, the sky was speckled pink and blue.

There's one sailor I think of whenever I say that poem-- Trey Topping.  And I say that poem each morning and each night.  I wonder if the sky was red the morning he was lost at sea?

I never met Trey, but his mother and I had talked extensively of our families....so I knew his spirit of adventure and his love of the outdoors.   I love his momma, Diana Rodgers, and I hope she gets comfort from the flying colors in the Georgia sky tonight.

As the captain of the ship, Flying Colours, it would seem that the sky would have been a magical combination of pinks and reds on that May morning when he and three others were lost in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of North Carolina.  Or was it dark and stormy-- the perfect storm with a rogue wave that no person could combat?   

Flying Colours soared across the sky tonight.  As did memories of a son lost too soon.