The Late Afternoon Sky.

My feet may be stuck to the ground, but my head belongs to the clouds.

As usual, on the long car ride home today, I looked at clouds and scouted for birds in flight, desperately searching for inspiration since I really wanted to write something, anything, at that moment. But my creative side was sadly not at work. It just remained dismissive and stubborn and wouldn't budge. 

But then lo, and behold, I saw a glimpse of the setting sun in my peripheral vision and decided to focus on it. And as my attention drifted away from the clouds, I realized that the sunset was a little bit different today. The sun was bright orange, the kind of orange that's really bright, and it just looked like a huge orb of light in the faraway distance. It was so pretty and lovely and being someone who does not enjoy sunsets so much, I found it to be a little mind-whirling and definitely breathtaking. I smiled to myself and reckoned that I should pay much more attention to sunsets. Forget the fact that they're over-rated. This afternoon's sunset hit my heart in the most endearing way.

Also, there was a whale of a cloud in the distance, a massive one that seemed to loom over the whole expanse, but it was not gloomy nor possessed rain. It was just powdery white with tinges of sunset-pink at the edges and a silver lining at the corners from the sun's radiance. Reminded me of a cherubim, to be quite honest. Needles to say, it was very beautiful to look at.

Also, there were lots of stray cirrus clouds present. They looked like palmetto pink and light-orange streaks and brush strokes in the air. Found myself getting lost in them.

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This late afternoon sky was amiable and made you think of happy, carefree days. And you can never go wrong with anything that reminds you of being happy and makes you think that life is still worth living.

I am officially a daughter of the sky.