The Sky
There is something about the sky. How vast and spacious. How it changes. The colours varies. From blue, white and grey and to a blast of orange and red. And sometimes purple.
The clouds formed can be one giant one resembling mundane objects or shapes. At times it covers the whole sky so you see nothing of the stars. Nor the moon and the sun.
The white fluffs shade you through the day.
Often it resembles cotton candy in the sky. But there are magical times when it looks like a wave. Gliding and moving the sky. Feels like it's coming onto you.
Then comes the gray. The gloominess. It can changes one mood instantly. Droplets of rain falling and washing the earth and feeding the greens.
It can be romantic and it can be dreadful.
It can revive the earth but too much of it flood our land.
In certain place, the Aurora exist. Glazing the sky with beautiful waves of colours. Never cease to amaze.
There is always something about the sky. And I will never regret looking up.
Love, Ordinarily Existing