6:56 Sunday Evening I remember as a child being inexplicably sad at times, which was quite strange because I was almost always a happy, energetic, outgoing little girl. These times usually occurred in the car, on the way home from I'm not sure where (my brain suggests Bear Lake). I remember gazing out the window at the wide blue sky, deep blue with a touch of grey. Completely cloudless expanses of sky stretched far and wide, pricked by the tips of the mountains. And It was times like this I was inexplicably sad. Even to this day I can't explain it. As a little girl it sort of scared me, being sad and not knowing why. Now when I look at the clear blue skies, when there are no clouds, I still get kind of sad and I don't know why.