Bright blue skies.
Sam sighed as she looked out of her Atlantis office window, at the sparkling waters all around the city.
She remembered other blue skies, on planets far away through the Stargate now, and wished she could be there with a certain grey haired General she was missing.
She chuckled as she remembered how Sheppard had told her that he had gotten Rodney to meditate last year by concentrating on the same blue skies, with all his troubles drifting away. Not that he was any expert, he hastened to add, with his now familiar rakish grin, only that the girl that had taught him meditation was, in his words, really hot.
Maybe that would work for me, she thought. Just concentrate on the happy times, and look forward to whenever we can get together again. She smiled as she reached for the sky blue notepaper on her desk, and started writing a letter to send in a bottle through the Stargate to Earth.
There would always be blue skies wherever Jack was.