This time of the year gives us amazing views of the sky - formations of clouds, interspersed with colors of merging shades, with sunlight sparkling in here and there. Not only is the weather getting warmer, but the transition visible up high is beautiful. No matter how bad my day is ending, I get to see a pretty sunset which gives me something to feel good about.
I love those times, few but precious, when I cannot for the life of me feel upset about anything.
Grey-blue and white, purple-blue, indigo, paler, and pink. Sometimes salmon. Bright heaven - peeping out from between a tear in the fluffy world up there. Everything makes sense. Everything is simple. Peace. Serenity. Love. I can fly up to do anything and be everything.
I can breathe.
I love those times, few but precious, when I cannot for the life of me feel upset about anything.
Grey-blue and white, purple-blue, indigo, paler, and pink. Sometimes salmon. Bright heaven - peeping out from between a tear in the fluffy world up there. Everything makes sense. Everything is simple. Peace. Serenity. Love. I can fly up to do anything and be everything.
I can breathe.
B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L. Couldn't express it better even if I tried. I'm reading this in March. So the tear in the fluffy sky has disappeared by and large. But the colours you have named are so brilliantly expressed. I wish I'd written this.
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