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I went out for a bit today at work. Just for the break, so I could stretch my legs and unkink my brain (a hopeless cause, but there you have it). I looked up at the sky, which is something I do often.
Today's sky, at 4:54, was the sort of sky that reminded me of the underbelly of dirty cotton matting hung from the ceiling in some dimly lit spook house. There are lumps and curls and straight lines of dark gray mingled with straight lines of lighter gray. There are dimples that go up, up, up into the cloud base and have the look of someone punching their way up from the ground. There are bulges coming down that bear the marks of someone walking along the top of the sky.
In a strange sort of dismal way, it was as beautiful to me as a dark noire movie which wasn't created to cause you to feel good, and instead causes those pauses that make one go "hmmm" and ponder the hidden elements of themselves.
Maybe its a Momento sort of sky. Maybe a Brazil sort of sky. It is not an OZ sort of sky, but it wouldn't surprise me to see flying monkeys coming out of it.
Today's sky, at 4:54, was the sort of sky that reminded me of the underbelly of dirty cotton matting hung from the ceiling in some dimly lit spook house. There are lumps and curls and straight lines of dark gray mingled with straight lines of lighter gray. There are dimples that go up, up, up into the cloud base and have the look of someone punching their way up from the ground. There are bulges coming down that bear the marks of someone walking along the top of the sky.
In a strange sort of dismal way, it was as beautiful to me as a dark noire movie which wasn't created to cause you to feel good, and instead causes those pauses that make one go "hmmm" and ponder the hidden elements of themselves.
Maybe its a Momento sort of sky. Maybe a Brazil sort of sky. It is not an OZ sort of sky, but it wouldn't surprise me to see flying monkeys coming out of it.
