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I have never been more convinced of the sky. So much of my life is focused at 5 feet, 8 inches off the ground; I notice the single flower straining for breath amongst the weeds in the cracks of a sidewalk; I notice the beauty of a painting in an eloquently lit room; but I failed to really notice the beauty and amazing sense of the sky. It paints me a new piece every day, from a deep blue ocean of emotion to comfortable greys. It shoots clouds in all directions, creating breathtaking sculptures. The sky is deep. It spans the globe, shining the light of the Sun to everyone who needs it. It gives me warmth when I need to be held, it brings the cold when I want to put on a jacket and feel like a kid again. The sky has always been there to encourage me. When the sky fades to night, I notice its wonderful transparency. Stars hang like diamonds, crystal clear and inspiring, waiting for someone to connect the dots when the time is right. I've been waiting all my life to know something like this. Teach me more, dear sky. I think I'm finally ready.