the sky is always different. I stop and look at it. every day. several times a day. in front of me in the horizon. far away up there. around me when I am at the top. every time I need a breath. a pause. a dream. I stop and look at it. and the sky is always different. every time it fascinates me with a new colour. with a new depth. even in those orderly days. all alike. always the same. days when even thoughts are the same as the day before. and the day before that. the sky is always different. and wonderful. in its colour. its intensity. in the freshness that only the huge space can give you. so that even when I seem to collapse. into a life that I didn’t want. I only need to search for it. to stop and look at it. inspire it. absorb it. five minutes. and everything changes. I myself become sky. without borders. free to fly. and once again ready to land.
I am sky.