Multi-colored ballerinas all twirl together to merge upon the sky to perform a show. The sun controls the lights, eyes are the cameras, and the wind controls the action. Tickets are free and seats are optional.
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Recently, I've been holed up in my room for the Fall break and all I did was look out my window and listen to the sounds echoing from my empty house. Outside, I saw grey skies similar to melting wax and bruised eyelids. I also listed down the sounds I heard from outside. The loudest were from airplanes and helicopters and of a fountain across the street. I don't know how I heard the water. They were like drops of rain; murmuring secrets frantically into my ear before ending their short life, only to emerge again.
It reminded me of the cycle of life. To live and to die. So, would the sky be considered immortal? A non-stop cycle that changes appearance each day. The sky is like a dance with unpredictable rhythms. Ballerinas as clouds; so graceful and smooth. Morphing into many shapes and colors to create a mural for our cameras.
This is the show of a lifetime.
This was very artistic. I love how you worded things and just painted a picture in my mind. I do believe that the best shows are actually free, one must just open their eyes and look around. Also that's a really cool painting you found.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Gale, your description of the "show" is very artistic. I think it's really cool that you let your audience see what you were seeing. I feel like anywhere you are, there is always a free show.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is very poetic. The way you describe the sky inspires me to watch and see the colors that hang above.
ReplyDeleteIts interesting that you made that connection to the cycle of life but I think it made sense. I love how you look at each individual part of the sky and put it all together.
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