The bright blue sky that fills my mind is something of a masterpiece. The voice to describe that bright blue masterpiece leaves little to the imagination. It is art. It is me.

Catch the sky and tell the world how bright it really is. Feel the blue. Taste the warmth.

It’s where we’re most alive. Where I am me. Where you are you and that little left to the imagination is the difference between us.

I may sing of that overwhelming blue and you may be caught up in the wispyness of the one cloud. Both of us see beauty. Both speak of life. Both of us cling to our particular mirage claiming it as most miraculously beautiful.

We live. We see. We write. We speak.

All of us together different in a world of similarity.