The sky that insists is going to fall over

Has one ever noticed the color of the sky on a pale early morning? As if, covered in a thin veil of misty haze just like a shy bride who is not yet ready to reveal herself.

The day slowly progresses with fluffed up clouds sailing together, knocking against each other like a bunch of giggly school girls making their way home. At that hour the sky is painted a mesmerizing blue. If one gets a chance to follow the trail of the boisterous snow colored clouds they will unwittingly lead you towards the hills. There, on top, in the midst of wilderness, as you gaze at the valleys and mountains that stand tall, the clouds will gently let go of their initial reluctance and shall make their way down towards you; in an attempt to kiss you. With your arms outstretched you embrace them one by one. The sight then gets locked in your mind forever.

There are days when the sky lets out a deep rumble and stares angrily at you from above. One wonders the cause of this thunderous outburst. The streaks of lightning followed with maddening claps of thunder remind you of a dragon serpent angrily emerging from the rough sea waters blowing venom filled fumes.  And the manner in which it does a frenzied dance by spinning it's tail and showing its fangs, the roaring clouds too clash against each other in a rage that is scary and overwhelming at the same time.

At that moment one truly gets the feeling that the sky is going split and fall over.

It could be days before the fury subsides. But, when it does, what follows is a trickling flow of serenity and calmness. The golden orange evening sun sheepishly makes its presence felt by peeping from behind the tired clouds. A pattern of multi-colored hues decorates the honey stained skies revealing a perfect rainbow. The colors are translucent, one blending with the other but vivid enough to paint a perfect arch in the sky.

Soon, nightfall descends, turning the sky into a deep purple blue. One looks up to find a thin trail of tiny sparkling stars etching the sky creating an effect of an embroidered quilt with shining hollows embedded within.

The sensation is simply overpowering. It’s then the moment I wish that the sky should indeed fall over so I could trudge on an unknown path and collect each one of those magical twinkling lights strewn along the way.