That sky. I find it daunting; beautiful, yet daunting. It is limitless and yet it is always there, light or dark, it is there.
In these winter mornings the sky is often orange and makes me feel warm and tingling inside. When it gets closer to the afternoon, it clears and become too bright for me to look up. It is blue, I know it is blue and yet it doesn't feel blue, for me instead it feels red. The red that surges through you when you get too anger or full of energy. And coming the evening where the intensity dies down and the sky once again become your friend. All that changes when night approaches and the sky decides to go through it's Emo phase.
I relate dear sky, I relate.
Thank you.
In these winter mornings the sky is often orange and makes me feel warm and tingling inside. When it gets closer to the afternoon, it clears and become too bright for me to look up. It is blue, I know it is blue and yet it doesn't feel blue, for me instead it feels red. The red that surges through you when you get too anger or full of energy. And coming the evening where the intensity dies down and the sky once again become your friend. All that changes when night approaches and the sky decides to go through it's Emo phase.
I relate dear sky, I relate.
Thank you.
