On a lazy day in the suburbs, I treated myself to natural thrills. I spent the whole afternoon suspended on a hammock gazing at clouds moving across the open sky.
Didn’t mind the sun is way up and I can get my skin burned, its time for sunblock and dark shades to be put to good use. After all, easy days are a luxury I can’t afford on normal days, so let me bake in the sun while I swing myself trying to finish reading The Time Traveler’s Wife.
I’ve created a whole new dimension in the four corners of the rooftop, blocking external noises of neighborhood children playing in the street with Texas’ Greatest Hits Album on maximum volume. It’s just me and the sky! I would flip through pages of the book, but nothing could really get my eyes of the clear blue sky and the dabs of clouds floating like cotton in the field.
The cold air covers the sun’s heat while I lay staring at clouds forming and diffusing with every wind blow. The deeper I lock my sight into it, the more it felt like peeping into a kaleidoscope with planes and birds passing thru like bugs buzzing by. I realized I didn’t have to be on something to gaze at the sky and feel it coming toward me, I just have to be in the right position.
The sun has set, the clouds above are windswept and the blue sky have turned into a palette of different shades; purple, pink, red, yellow and orange. It’s my favorite time of day. The air has turned from cold to chilling cold so I figured I gotta move or I’ll suffer a stroke (lol). Picked up my phone and aimed at the multi-colored sky. Soon after, a smiling moon came out along with the bright northern star.
All the stars are shining, another day has ended, time for dinner.
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