sky

The sky would be clear, colorless, mist blending together the air and the ocean, the waves whispering against the rocks.

Camba had bent her long neck down to Ingar's level and was muttering in his ear. "Do you feel the breeze on your face?" I heard her say. "That's yours, and worth feeling. Look at those orange clouds. All the trials of a day may be endured if you know there's such a sky at the end of it. Some days I told my heart to wait, just wait, because the sunset would teach me again that my pain was nothing compared with the eternal, circling sky.

The sun was up - stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus stops.

It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.

The sun kept dipping down into the ocean and the lights came on at the harbor, casting sudden shadows on the ground, illuminating the faces that were just a second ago silhouettes. The sky was golden and purple, the ocean a darker shade of violet.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.

We are spirits deceived by the sky to create light and trade our souls to the sun but fail to become galaxies when it's dark

~Seasons of Life~When the sunburn I blind,When the sky showers I cover,When the wind blows I blanket,When the death calls I undergo,When would I experience the nature?

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

I tear down Baxter, which loops around the last mile down to Back Cove.And then I stop short. The buildings have fallen away behind me, giving way to ramshackle sheds, sparsely situated on either side of the cracked and run-down road. Beyond that, a short strip of tall, weedy grass slants down toward the cove.The water is an enormous mirror, tipped with pink and gold from the sky. In that single, blazing moment as I come around the bend, the sun__urved over the dip of the horizon like a solid gold archway__ets out its final winking rays of light, shattering the darkness of the water, turning everything white for a fraction of a second, and then falls away, sinking, dragging the pink and the red and the purple out of the sky with it, all the color bleeding away instantly and leaving only dark.Alex was right. It was gorgeous__ne of the best I__e ever seen.

He threw his hands to his eyes and hissed. Like the hiss of incinerating ashes. "What is this bright, orange orb in the sky that mocks me with its warmth?

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling

The sky's inclemency stirs up the angry winds;the watery clouds are soaking with ceaseless rain.The turbulent Vltava, swollen with rainy waves,Bursting, impetuous, breaks through its river banks.

And then I realize: this isn__ dirty water falling from the sky.It is__iterally__lood.I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood out, but it__ everywhere, it__ like trying to dry off in the middle of the ocean. Shielding my face as best I can, I stare up into the sky.I am in the center of a cyclone.Giant white clouds swirl like a spiraling galaxy above me, the eye a tiny dark speck. The storm rages, throwing out bloody rain like punches, the wind so vicious it tears my clothes and cuts my skin.Representative Belles__ mind is swirling with dark thoughts__loody thoughts__nd they have created the biggest storm I have ever seen.I have to stop the cyclone. I have to get him into a peaceful reverie, something that he can hold on to while I root around his brain, looking for answers.I focus all of my concentration on stopping the bloody rain. The drops come slower and slower. I take a deep breath, imagining the clouds breaking up, spinning into fluffy bits of cotton-candy like clouds. I don__ open my eyes until the sounds of beating rain disappear and I can feel the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on my face.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

Before falling to the ground, the rain has touched the sky. (Avant de tomber au sol, La pluie a touché le ciel)

I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.

Did you ever think that maybe we__e like that?_ she asks me.I smile into the dark. How many times have I thought of myself as the ocean? __ou think we__e like water?__emma sits up. The salty wind coming off the water snaps her hair around her shoulders. With one hand in the middle of my chest, she tries to push me into the sand. I__ strong enough to hold her off, but I don__ want to. I willingly collapse back and she crawls over me. Holding a smile on her face, she slips her legs on either side of my hips and settles her weight on me.In a voice thin as smoke, she says, __ell, maybe that__ how we start. Maybe, in the beginning, we__e nothing but a theoretical vast and empty sea with this huge open sky above us.__er hands press down on my stomach and her fingers pull at the bottom of my shirt. She leans forward until her breasts are rubbing against me and her mouth is almost touching the skin of my neck.__hen slowly,_ she continues, __ver time, the currents change and we build up these continents inside our bodies._ Now her fingers walk a path from my bellybutton to my sternum. __nd eventually, we have canyons and deserts and trees and beaches and all sorts of places where we can go and live.__ suck in a breath as Gemma flattens her hand on the skin just above my heart and kisses me just below my ear. Then she turns her face, fitting the crown of her head beneath my jaw and says, __ost of the time we__e safe on the land, but sometimes we get sucked out to sea. What do you think happens then?__ think about everything we__e shared today. I think about Gemma and me. And how it feels like the geography inside of my own body is changing, how it__ been changing from the moment I met her. Maybe even before that.And I think about the continents we__e building between us. The bridges of land moving from her fingers to mine and the valleys and mountains formed by her lips on my skin and her words in my head.I use both of my hands to cup her face and pull her to my mouth. I press my lips to hers, parting her mouth and drinking in her breath. __ think you__ have to start swimming.__ minute of silence ticks by.Over the low drone of the waves on the beach, she whispers, __nd what if you can__ swim very well?__ think for a minute. __hen you fly.