First light. Warm rays crawl up my skin and I see only crimson behind my lids. Perhaps this is the sun’s way of saying hello. The sky’s a bright, white and flawless light, nothing breaking it endless expanse. What does the sky remind you of?
The sky spells happiness, gaiety and glee. With the reassuring promise of its ever-present existence, the sky warrants a less than lonely life. A forever companion – the guide by day and the protector by night, with blankets as dark as darkness itself, enwrapping not just me but you in its embrace of invisibility. It’s comforting to think we have a friend like this, if only we tilt our heads back for long enough.