So this morning, i woke up with mixed feelings..been going through alot and thinking alot too lately..But guess what? on getting to work and while walking down the walkway,i looked up and there was something so fascinating about the SKY.
I feel a quiet kind of peace; the kind that reminds me to breathe, slow down, and let go of what I can’t control. It doesn’t matter what kind of day I’m having… the SKY is always there. Watching. Waiting. Constant, even in its change.
In the morning, it wakes gently with gold, stretching across the horizon like a promise. A fresh start. A new chance. As the sun rises, the sky turns brighter, reminding me that light always returns, no matter how long the night lasted.
By afternoon, it may turn blue and bold, or cover itself with cotton-like clouds that drift slowly, unbothered. I love how the clouds come and go, just like thoughts—and how the wind carries them without effort, teaching me to release what no longer serves me.
Then, as evening approaches, the SKY becomes a masterpiece. The sun begins to sink, painting the world in orange, purple, and firelight. It’s a quiet goodbye that somehow feels like a hug. And in that moment, I feel deeply connected to life, to time, to something greater than myself.
At night, the SKY wears its black gown and pins stars to its chest like jewels. Some nights are cloudy, others are clear, but if you wait long enough, even the darkest sky will shine. That’s how I see life too, the storms pass, and stars always return.
The SKY teaches me to hold on, to let go, and to rise again.
It reminds me that I don’t have to have it all figured out,that even when I feel small, I belong to something greater.
I think the SKY is also a great teacher, a mirror and a friend 🥰. It speaks alot yet without saying a single word!
Just me in my own little world 🌎
