Gazing up at an indigo sky whilst i ponder upon my peculiar life i see gauzy cotton-ball clouds stretched across the vast expanse where I write imaginary poems upon them with my nimble fingers
how it seems like a colossal canvas for the great creator to cast a never-ending painting to pleasure our astonished eyes
the sunset comes and the sky has changed from a robins’ egg blue to peach and mauve- tinged colours to at last a cerulean pool of molecules bunched together with winking stars for our ever-constant delight.