The sky seems so big right now! Maybe it's because there's more light, or maybe I am just paying more attention to it. I love to see the shapes the sky makes and the patches of distant blue. Sky blue is the most hopeful color. When I was younger and I needed to hope for something really hard, or when I made a wish, I would imagine blue sky. Within the painting of my mind, the blue would break through the grey; sometimes it would shatter it; other times it was more like liquid ink, staining the sky, and other times it was like fireworks, blasting through in brilliant hues. The grey would try to seep back in and like in dreams, it was hard to control it, but I always managed to maintain at least a small patch of sky blue, and it would keep growing and growing as long as I tried hard enough.