I love to watch the sky here in Scandinavia, as it is never the same. The sky, just like the sea in which it is reflected, is moody and changes its colour from season to season, even from one day to another.
On a winter day, it is milky white, fading to grey. It can look this way for days, weeks and even months at a time. Heavy clouds make the sky feel low and menacing, intrusive and oppressive at times.
But once the sun returns in spring, the sky changes as if by magic. Upon a clear summer day, the zenith is always baby blue. Almost transparent, it never reaches the deep blue color of the tropics. Frequently covered by white, light clouds, which are almost never stationary. They move fast with the wind, sometimes they gather in a spot, then dissipate fast as if they never were there in the first place.
There is something inadvertently tranquil in watching a summer sky. Every time I do, I recall a scene from the movie "Girl with a Pearl Earring", where the object of Vermeer's affection and his model for the famous painting, is asked to define the colour of the sky. She is quick to say "blue", but upon a moment of contemplation she realizes that is not correct. Nothing around us have one single colour, but is a plethora of nuances, of light and dark tint, creating shades and reflections. Making everything seems alive.
Such is the Scandinavian sky.