Sky

Okay, I'm just gonna write what's on my mind right now.

The weather is good today. The sky is clear, blue inn colour. Nice, big white clouds are to be seen in that beautiful blue canvas I call the sky.

From where I'm sitting right now, I can see a row of houses to my left, and my messy yet cozy room on my right. Further away, there's the top of an office block that has just been built not too long ago.

I was just thinking about how sunny the weather is today, whereas it was raining the whole day yesterday, morning to evening. Right now, a huge white cloud is floating right above me, that it makes me relaxed and not worry about the things I was originally worrying about.

I sometimes imagine the sky to be a canvas, and someone poured blue paint all over it, making it sunny. After the paint dried, someone used a dry paintbrush and dabbed some spots of white paint all over the canvas, making it blue with white spots, symbolising clouds. I guess that's a very beautiful method to look at the sky.

However, sometimes the canvas called the sky gets painted in a different colour. When it's going to become cloudy, the blue colour gets replaced with a duller, grey colour, and the clouds also turn a darker shade of grey. Sometimes, it becomes very difficult to differentiate between a cloudy day and a rainy day, as the canvas gets painted with the same colour. When it's raining though, it's like God accidentally poured some water on the canvas, resulting in rain fall.

When it becomes evening, the sky once again gets painted with a different colour. The choice of colours they use differ from day to day, making it difficult for us to guess what colour are they going to paint it today. I personally like the day best when it's turning dark. Watching the sun set as the sky gets painted in a reddish orangy colour, tells me that the night sky will become more beautiful after that. It's like giving me a preview for a movie that I always wanted to watch. And the movie that I always wanted to watch is when it's night time, and the sky gets a splash of black paint that just makes everything dark and mysterious. Sometimes, but not often due to global warming, stars can be seen, which are like little jewels that are put randomly on the canvas. These jewels sparkle wherever they're put, and sometimes they come in different co ordinations that allow us human beings to identify constellations.  I think the sky looks different every time you look at it, and every time you look at it, it might stir different emotions and feelings inside of you.

I just love the sky. Don't you?

XOXO,
Audrey Leow