There is something about the sky that is comforting.
Something, that in my weakest moments, I feel calms and connects me back together.
Maybe it is the constant-ness of it.
Or its unchanging positions.
No matter what there is always the sun, moon, and stars.
The clouds can change.
Storms can occur.
But all in all, the sky is the same.
It relates to my life.
No matter what happens to me, I remain the person I always was.
Stars can die.
People can die.
Stars are born.
People are born.
This unfolds the unchanged truth that humans and nature are connected.
Life and death, life and nature.
The sky seems purest on a summers day when no clouds are in the sky.
Or on a clear night when all the starts are there, and the sky is naked revealing itself in all it's depth and beauty.
Very comforting to know that when everything is removed,
everything is beautiful.
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