I am fascinated by skies. They represent the ever-changing face of the universe. Facial features like smiling, angry faces etc define human beings, they can tell you stories no language could possibly express.
And so do skies. They celebrate their mood in colors: blue, red, purple, yellow, white…
And when god/universe is pissed, it’s grey. But even then, it’s so nice, I just can’t stop looking up and noticing the details, the shades, the changing nature of it’s mood. Because that’s what moods are and always should be – reflecting and changing.
oh, just humans think they need to be serious for so long a time…too bad. one would certainly miss happiness on a cloudy day