Looking at the sky

I think of you every time I look at the sky.
You reminded me when we were walking to coffee
that we so often don't, just staring ahead on the sidewalk,
watching our shoelaces flop up and down.
I remembered that even though you did not.
in the morning, I look up at the trees with the light
just touching the highest branches.
I watch the clouds hanging over the mountains
and when the wind is blowing fiercely as I ride home,
I watch the darkness in the sky move towards me
and I ride a little faster.
you didn't remember telling me to look at the sky
so I reminded you.