blue skies lie -- a poem-ish
I finally figured out why, besides the incessant
heat they oftentimes bring,
I despise blue skies.
It’s because blue skies lie.
Think about it. The sky isn't blue. It’s just the black of space.
That’s a trick of perception,
the dance of water and light and atmosphere.
I don’t like being tricked.
That’s why I turn to cloudy days and the nighttime sky.
Because they're honest.
Well, mostly.
There are always secrets then, aren't there?
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