I like days when I look up and am surprised that the sky is an even more perfect color. I wish I could make a blanket out of the sky. It is so beautiful and I hope you see it. I hope it stays this blue for you. I think it is the color of happiness and everything that exists without words. Sometimes I am amazed to look up and see that I still have ten fingers, that you are still beautiful, that you are even more than yesterday or maybe tomorrow. Some people find words inside them, but all I know how to give is the sky. If I become this shade of blue- if I stretch the horizon, can we hang like clouds in the stillness of this almost summer evening?