Author's note: This is probably my second blog entry in my life that relates of an event in its most direct fashion. Or at least most relative to the capabilities of my awkward styles.
The Mirroring Sky
I stand here on top of a building I call home for this day. My time passes slowly and steadily, like a lioness on the prowl, awaiting my own guard duty prowling. The sun has risen and is now to set, yet I have served naught but four notches on the clock. The remaining of this wretched day I have lay, sat and stodd, watching time pass by as it too watched me. I have seen cloud after cloud travel from one horizon to the other. I have seen the birds glide to the heavens and down again. I have seen men and women from all ranks of our regimentation dig their boots to and fro from the ferry terminal. And yet, time is still, and my duties remain the same. I have not moved, nor will I, for a very long time.
I am at a lost for words, for after these many hours that I have been dead standing, I have just been rewarded with a glorious view of a different type of sky. I see a sea of blue covering the atmosphere. Below it, its colour converges with the sun's rays, giving birth to a field of green. Beneath it are patches of black clouds, looking akin to sea rockes and an entire vegetation of shrub, bush and tree, with representatives from every family. But of the most remarkable, there is none other than what lay in the horizon itself. Giant grey clouds shaped like cones covered the horizon, overlapping one another. Whitish clouds surrounded them and their sides were covered in red light.
The heavens have granted me a beautiful sight. A sea of blue upon a savanna of green. Patches of minute black clouds covered both colours, representing craggy sea rocks and land shrubery and forestry. And beyond them were majestic mountains reaching high above the vertical limit, shrouded in a romantic mist, with steaming volcanic ashes streaming down their sides. The sky has mirrored the earth.
All of a sudden, two hours have past. My regimental duties have to be resumed. Strangely, I am at peace and am content.
