Sometimes the blue sky seems like a steel lid: other days it's up there floating and everything is possible.
What do you do on evenings like that?
Start a new quilt. (Silly question!)
Stitch in some sunshine, pull out a length of fresh breezes, grab some fat quarters of freshly-mown grass and lazy spring picnics. Stitch together a summery sky.
There, now that's better, isn't it?