The sky looks like someone was coloring, but forgot to fill in all the lines. The sky looks like freedom, the feeling of running, and cotton candy. The sky looks like an ocean and the clouds are the waves. The sky looks like home, familiar and welcoming. The sky looks like distant days in a time unknown. The sky looks like us, unified, one.
The heat feels like a microwave, slowly cooking us. The heat feels like a hug, enveloping us in it's embrace. The heat feels like swimming pools and skate boards and cherry sodas.
The wind feels like the pitter patter of tiny feet on hard ground. The wind feels like butterfly wings and fairy dust dreams. The wind feels like beach umbrellas and band camp and picnic baskets.
So, yeah. I guess the weather is pretty nice today.
