(Picture by myself)
The sky is nice, isn’t it? Well, it’s nice to look at. I think that the sky is rather selfish though. All that glorious wonderful blue up there and it doesn’t share any of it with us.* The most we get is to look at it. The most we get out of the sky are brief moments of bliss, an experience heightened by sweet winds and soft kisses from the clouds above maybe. I mean, I suppose that’s a nice feeling, but is that really all the sky has to offer us?
For me, the sky is a double edged sword. It’s nice to look up there and enjoy the scenery from time to time, but sometimes, it just makes me feel so insignificant. I know someone who is in love with the sky, and I once asked them if the sky spoke to them, and if so, what does it tell them? Their response? “It tells me to value the silence.” That silence is the same silence that has the ability to drive me insane. I’m all for peace, but silence does things to me.
The sky should be quiet, of all things. But I think that’s all that ever should be quiet really. Never the thoughts racing in my head or the life going on around me. Silence does’t necessarily equate to peace, and all things peaceful aren’t exactly quiet. Niagara Falls is peaceful. Quiet? Hardly. Then again, I’m not sure what one’s mind should be filled with, if really anything at all.
I’m not sure where I was going with this, I never do. All I know is that the sky has enough blue and peace up there to share with us. Why hasn’t it? Who knows. Maybe once we go to heaven we’ll finally get our own patch of blue somewhere high up above.
Until tomorrow, or next time, whichever comes first.
*I know that there are oranges and reds and yellows that are there sometimes, but most of the time it’s a wonderful blue.