On sunny days, I look up at the blinding clouds and remember imagining shapes and stories. When the warm glow fades and the chilling wind sweeps in with the darkness spilling in like ink, I look out my window from under my covers and wish upon the moon keeping the night lit and hopeful. The sky will always be above me, going through its routine till the storm, and rain, snow. I’m always waiting for the sun set so the shades will change and blend together.
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