I’m sitting here, staring at the sky.

The lovely, beautiful, bright blue sky.

I love it so much.

Why?

I’m not completely sure,

But everything about it is stunning. 

In the summers during the early morning, I see it hang over the lake, 

Soft pinks and purples and yellows strewn throughout, reflecting onto the calm water.

The colours of its sunrises and sunsets are so bright, and so unique.

I freeze in awe each time I see them,

And I want to paint them everywhere until I run out of space.

During the day, clouds dance across the sky.

Fluffy white shapes changing and swirling with the wind,

Making dragons, and bunnies, and castles, and people,

Providing me with fuel and inspiration for my overflowing sketchbook.

Is that why I love the sky?

During the night, the moon is so bright it hurts.

It hurts my soul, to know something so insanely gorgeous and divine

gets further and further away over time.

Further away from Earth. From us. From me.

I never knew the moon could be so bright, so beautiful, so intriguing.

I’m drawn to it in a way I can’t explain.

Gosh, the moon is so pretty.

The stars are prettier.

They’re always there, even if you can’t see them during the day

Or even at night, when the lights of the city are so bright they block out everything else.

But I know they’re there.

They’re a comfort I can’t explain.

During the summer, on a road surrounded by bushy trees with a sky clearer than the rest,

they shine so brightly, painting the roof of our car with their light. 

The stars remind me of your eyes.

Beautiful, sparkling, infinite. 

I love the stars. 

Is that why I love the sky?