Most days - it’s just a sky.
Today - I thought it an abstract painting.
An entire universe - within a singular frame.
Every imaginable shade of blue.
Somewhere in between the heavens and earth.
Listen.
The seasons are changing.
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Most days - it’s just a sky.
Today - I thought it an abstract painting.
An entire universe - within a singular frame.
Every imaginable shade of blue.
Somewhere in between the heavens and earth.
Listen.
The seasons are changing.