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I often think of the sky as a mighty canvas on which God or Nature (whichever you’re into) paints her abstract creations of blue and white and crimson and gold, then wipes them out and starts all over again. She rests only at night, leaving the stars to take over. I am not trying to be poetic – quite literally, the sky above us is the greatest of all spectacles that the human eye can behold. We simply don’t notice it because it’s always there. And every few minutes or so it changes.
It gives us the sun, the moon and the stars; it gives us the rainbow and the lightning; it gives us the growing glow of dawn and the fading fire of sunset. It gives us the great Vs of geese honking northwards, and the black whirlwinds of starlings as they wheel above our lakes and rivers. It gives us man-made vapour trails (contrails) like the ones above here, which have joined together to create a giant bird.
But, above all, it offers us clouds. #
Beautifully said