If you look into the sky, the stars and the clouds, they tell a different story every hour of everyday. If you admire it enough, you'll hear their tales. Every morning at dawn, their colors burst after resting. These colors form through the sun's rays; the light that warms the earth, creates life to flourish.
This particular sunrise was one for the books. I woke up to the beautiful colors that painted the atmosphere. In all the sixteen years of watching the cycles, I've marked the patterns because of my mother. After a fatal accident, her last words to her five-year-old daughter were "When you feel the world banging your head inside out, look up into the painting that changes in the sky. I'll be in the stars as they pass and in the sun as it sets."
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Written In The Sky
General FictionThe stars write more than you know and more than we can tell. Just watch as the morning painting rolls by and miss the story it told you
