At lunchtime, I looked up into the sky and could see a blue that went on for miles. A blue that was clear and solid at the same time. I couldn’t see through it, and I couldn’t see anything in it, yet there was nothing there.
This afternoon, I looked up into the sky and couldn’t see it. It was covered by heavy, heaving, low-hanging, ominous-looking dark grey clouds, with the occasional fluffy white bits thrown in for good measure. The clouds went on for miles. I couldn’t see the sky through them, yet they were the sky. And still, there was nothing there.
Tonight, I looked up into the sky and could see an endless blackness, empty yet full of twinkling stars of many different colours. Each star millions of miles away from each other, yet they looked as though I could easily reach up and grab several hundred in a single handful. I didn’t though…
Instead I just looked, and pondered the ever changing skyscape that’s there everyday. Forever changing, forever dramatic… and hopefully forever always there.