Sky - GoodAfterNine
.SKY.
I gaze upon the sky. Sometimes, it is a bright baby blue, like I’m in a lucid dream; other times, it melts into a tapestry of pink and orange, as fluffy as cotton candy.
And in the hush of twilight, the sky turns into a sea of deep indigo velvet sprinkled with dancing stars. The hues morphed with sun rays, and the clouds drifted slowly. In the blink of an eye, a beauty has unfolded, and never the same in every hour, ever captivating.
Is there, perhaps, a painter wielding a brush dipped in the spectrum of light, forever painting them above? Or am I the one who paints my dream on this endless canvas? And I, who waits to see what the sky of the coming day will be.