I love those rare skies. · Those ones that take over your body. · Forcing you to stop, look back, and walk towards it’s halo like it’s a gateway to nirvana. · Those ones when sound gets sucked out of the air. · Reminding you we’re actually in some sort of weird vacuum hurtling through the universe. · Those ones that change your day. · Stirring something dormant that’s been waiting for a trigger. · Those ones that seem like a sign. · Reminding us of the beauty that exists around us, if we just care to see it.