Steering away from the Storms

How peaceful it looks up there. And yet a few miles away, who knows? Somehow an aged finish seemed right for this. We can make safe places of the past. We know that we survived those things and nothing can rob us of that. And yet we never really reached that safety. The jury is out until the end. Perhaps we never really reach anything. It's just a journey; now bumps and fear, next smooth delight. And beyond, what? Eternity? If you look closely, the sky is such a deep blue that the stars can be seen above the cloud.