The Skies.

There is no idea whatsoever. This post is devoid of any new revelation. You already know the skies are blue, and sometimes they are black. They’re an interesting bunch, aren’t they? With their fluffy little clouds and dreamy little birds. And the rays of the sun and the light of the moon. The occasional thunder and their self-composed songs. Melodious to some and indifferent to none. Do you go out during those times? When the sky shows its other side. Or do you ignore it and come out when its blue again? With the chirpy songs and the warmth it owns. Go out. That’s when you must go out. Enjoy it for the skies do not seek your presence as they thunder and storm. They do not seek your presence as they blue and warm. They’ll go on, and you must too.