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?
