In the night, it wears the darkness..
Clouds of all shapes n sizes pass,
but can only cover it momentarily.
It is neither blue nor dark,
the colors are mere reflections..
Encompassing the whole world,
even the universe..
How would it be to hold the whole earth, even the sun...
The sky has been an inspiration for me since before I realized how I looked at it. It has something... heavenly to it, I guess, though I don't mean literally.
Once, I was looking through the photos I took with my phone and I noticed most of them were of the sky. Interesting...
The darkness of the night..
The moon reflecting the light..
The edge of the terrace..
The whole world is revolving
everyone moving at such a fast pace
to do this, that..
to reach here, there..
to accomplish something..
to survive the day, the night..
And look at the sky up...
cloud feathers today.
It looked like angels had raced overhead leaving a trail of majestic feathers as proof.
If you kept looking, if you turned your head, the feathers turned the sky into a scene of crashing waves frozen in time.
It's just so magical.
I love looking at it throughout the day. You see all the different colours, and the different patterns and shapes the clouds make, and all the mysterious and intriguing objects flying through it.
The wind is the sky coming down to play.
it rained here in Los Angeles. An hour ago, a golden sun peeked through gray and white clouds. Now as the sun is setting, the sky is a mixture of lavender, violet, and blue, as fat, fluffy, and purple clouds look like angelic mountains in the horizon.
I have the feelings that.. everything would be fine, no matter how many struggles I'm in now, I know I will be fine. No matter how many times I've cried and scared for everything that would happens, it will be fine in the end. Looking up at the sky makes me feel better and...
and I looked outside my window to give me an idea of how early it was rather than looking at my phone. The sight saw was gorgeous. For outside, the sky was colored blue and pink, just as if the sky was cotton, It was like a foreshadow of a wonderful to come. Or so I think. I'm...
I remember.... Those warm summer days back in Maine. I can still feel the slight tickling sensation the little blades brought me as I laid my back against the cool earth. Ever muscle in my body relaxed as my eyes fixed upon the endless sky above. I can remember laying there...
I am sitting on a blanket in the middle of the yard. I just finished raking up more leaves after just raking them last week. I have never paid more attention to nature and the leaves like I have in recent weeks. I look upward to the sky as I watch as the winds...
and see nothing but swirling tendrils of mists and fog. It's not a bad sight, it's simply strange. The clouds are so oddly empty even though they're filling up the void of blue that exists far beyond. It just doesn't make sense to me sometimes.
Since very young the night sky has offered me a solace and place to dream ... where nothing existed but me ,the dark cool night air, and the stars ..ohh what adventures I had traveling to those stars ..escaping and flying to the farthest one where all the hopes and dreams...
We had very unusual weather for this time of the year here today. It was very warm , windy and turned stormy by sunset. And then....i had to grab the camera :)
The rest of it...
And then looking the other way. They were staring...