5.55pm today and the sky is a muted blue and white, subtle washes of colours, glowing, faintly. I’ve always loved how the sky glows, subtle or strong. now, it’s a faint faint glow, white swirling into blues, blues fading into white. layers of white, and where the sun hits it is sunlight-y white (there’s no words for this colour). the clouds hug each other, curled up comfortably.
if I peer far enough I see the sea meeting sky, a small pond of a darker version of the sky - more grey, a darker blue. absolutely beautiful.
earlier I had napped, and the sandman was good to me. good, amazingly good dreams that suddenly flash intensely into life the moment before you wake, leaving you with a smile on your face, and disappearing just as your eyes open - I know there was adventure, and harry potter influences somewhere. I know there was love. that’s all I remember, and it’s just as well, maybe, really. dreams this good shouldn’t be remembered perhaps, because you’ll never want to wake up to reality, and you’ll always fall into dreamland hoping for the exact same dream, and be disappointed. it is better this way - let dreams soar with their myriad of possibilities, different and unique. and, embrace reality, because it’s what you got, and it’s honestly good too.
