By noon, the atmosphere will warm up. Spread the trees and the roofs. The wind blows to indicate that the cold has vanished and has been replaced by warmth.
I will follow you to sit down again. And we still enjoy the sky. Like the morning of a romantic person, there is always coffee on the table for a friend translating the sky.
The sky always has its own serenity. He stands alone as a complementary universe to strengthen faith. Any sort of deeds underneath, the sky is still the sky, which can only see without ever rebuking.
The sky stores millions of secrets. Millions of wishes. Millions of dreams. Including my dreams when I really wanted to see you, but the only thing that came out was a line of prayer that I slipped into the sky for God.
The sky always accepts. The sky never refused. Did you ever know, the sky rejects dreams just because it does not fit the dreamer? Have you ever heard, the sky refuses prayer just because the temple is too bad? The sky is not that cold. The sky is the obedient servant and the receiver.
By noon, the sky looks beautiful with the blue color that stretches. Like the ocean, the blue color is soothing as well as fun. In the corners there were white clouds roaming. Sometimes thin, sometimes too thick bubbly, overlapping.
If it is like you patiently staring at the sky you will find more beauty. You will find very small birds, which are chasing the blue of the sky. It's so small, maybe you'll think it's a black star. In fact it is real, two birds are mutually in love, chasing enjoy the wind that was blowing.
You'll find clever, unique, awesome, even annoying clouds. In the scorching afternoons, sometimes the sky presents clouds like a free rabbit collection in a meadow. If you have ever seen a sheep, then you will not be so shocked if you see the sheep grazing on the blue stretch of peace.