Sky Writing

-It seems to me that the sky holds an infinite supply of air. It is so deep and one cannot perceive its actual depths. The clouds, which ornate the sky, are splendid within themselves. They whisper across the expanse so playfully, and form to shapes for my own amusement. As I look to the blue of the sky, I realize that the word ‘blue’ does little justice for the colors I truly see. But by looking into its heart, I can see a shimmering of an almost transparent film which veils the sky’s true colors. Beneath this veil, I see many values of blue, light blues, dark blues. Hues that change in the slightest shift of the wind. By contemplating the sky, I can learn its character. It is generous; granting me leisure to rapture in complete gladness of its own unique beauty. But Sky is also vain, as it loves to flaunt its fancy, lightweight splendors. It also reminds me that I am small beneath its vastness, yet it inspires me to advance beyond my own veil and reach into my true hues. It relates to freedoms of no ending and the freedom to go into any direction I please. The sky has no limit.