The azure sky seemed to stretch for miles above me. The sun glared down, merciless in its heat. A bead of sweat ran down my face as my feet pounded against the floor repeatedly.
Becca
In the sky above me. Dotted with white clouds, pale as porcelain. Where were you? I squinted. The sun is so bright in my eyes everything begins to stretch into metallic lines. A dot here, a glimmer there–you had to be up there somewhere, didn’t you? Flying on those delicate metal wings, the interlacing of wood and fabric–in that clumsy little plane you’d said you’d always fix up and fly someday. You were up there, I suppose. You had to be.
The azure color of the sky was like a crystal. At dusk, the sky seemed infinite, and she reminded herself that the atmosphere is only a thin coating around the Earth, before hitting the black nothingness of space.
Chanpheng
this makes me think of the blue skies and how light and fluffy it is. I love how the sky changes from this blue color to a pretty pink orange or red. the color blue reminds me of being sad.
I think about clouds and how fluffy they are making the sky a nice light baby blue that is so pretty but changes depending on where the sun is.
ashley
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adam
I went to Gadchiroli last yaer, There is greenery in everywhere and the confusion is that the mountain is situated under the azure skies or skies ware the mountain body.
The sky stretched over mountains, my earrings right now, split turquoise, a piece of sky split and dropped into my hands
The azure sky seemed to stretch for miles above me. The sun glared down, merciless in its heat. A bead of sweat ran down my face as my feet pounded against the floor repeatedly.
In the sky above me. Dotted with white clouds, pale as porcelain. Where were you? I squinted. The sun is so bright in my eyes everything begins to stretch into metallic lines. A dot here, a glimmer there–you had to be up there somewhere, didn’t you? Flying on those delicate metal wings, the interlacing of wood and fabric–in that clumsy little plane you’d said you’d always fix up and fly someday. You were up there, I suppose. You had to be.
The azure color of the sky was like a crystal. At dusk, the sky seemed infinite, and she reminded herself that the atmosphere is only a thin coating around the Earth, before hitting the black nothingness of space.
this makes me think of the blue skies and how light and fluffy it is. I love how the sky changes from this blue color to a pretty pink orange or red. the color blue reminds me of being sad.
I think about clouds and how fluffy they are making the sky a nice light baby blue that is so pretty but changes depending on where the sun is.
Smile
family
friends
bridge
colleagues
neighbors
stories
shared experiences
I went to Gadchiroli last yaer, There is greenery in everywhere and the confusion is that the mountain is situated under the azure skies or skies ware the mountain body.