Unusually shaped clouds float in the sky, the sun shines, and a crescent moon winks nearby. The sky dome is either bright blue, or cornflower blue, or gray and dark thunderstorm.
The sky can be seen everywhere you go. And no matter how far away you are, there is still a connecting thread with him.
I love Sky! It has a soul.
To understand it, you need to be the sky, feel its eternity, feel how it touches you.
There is so much warmth in him, so much tenderness and madness ...
You can trust him with all the most precious thing that you have - your heart.
When I look at the Sky, its cirrus, dense, white-silvery clouds, like the wings of Angels, embrace my heart.
I catch every moment of the sky, every breath, every touch .
Sometimes I hear it humming a quiet, bright melody to me. There is so much tenderness in her ... and she is subtly beautiful. I immerse myself in its weightlessness of the melody and dissolve in the breath of the sky.