blue, breathing, beauty, the sun, sunsets, love, grass, summer, rain, in love with my husband, stillness, calm, nuvols, being alive, tv station
Anna
The Sky is so deep in a way, but the blue color is but dressing on a boundary between our physical lives on Earth, and the infinity beyond the air. It’s hard to imagine the how thing the skin is around the planet and how vulnerable we are, with only this thin lay of air which separates us from the “Big Empty.”
Chanpheng
I missed this.
It’s all I can think as I stare up at the streaking brilliance of purples, oranges, yellows, pinks. The cold didn’t matter. The last wisps of precipitation didn’t matter. The wind, for once, felt exhilarating instead of biting. The glowing sunlit edges of the clouds overhead were almost blinding. The red sunrise was beautiful.
I missed this.
blue, breathing, beauty, the sun, sunsets, love, grass, summer, rain, in love with my husband, stillness, calm, nuvols, being alive, tv station
The Sky is so deep in a way, but the blue color is but dressing on a boundary between our physical lives on Earth, and the infinity beyond the air. It’s hard to imagine the how thing the skin is around the planet and how vulnerable we are, with only this thin lay of air which separates us from the “Big Empty.”
I missed this.
It’s all I can think as I stare up at the streaking brilliance of purples, oranges, yellows, pinks. The cold didn’t matter. The last wisps of precipitation didn’t matter. The wind, for once, felt exhilarating instead of biting. The glowing sunlit edges of the clouds overhead were almost blinding. The red sunrise was beautiful.
I missed this.