Somewhere along the way, I noticed that I loved to observe the sky in all its moments and shapes.
Black nights far from the city lights, ornated with stardust and dreamy silence.
Peach-coloured, and sun-coloured, and skin-coloured dawns, changing instantly like the dance of swallows in the air.
Summer noons decorated with cerulean strokes and cumulus clouds in the shapes of horses and elephants.
Rainy autumn evenings wrapped in the grey wool of clouds, caped with the last greetings of birds before heading south.
Crimson sunsets in which the last sunrays pierce clouds and the heart.
Looking at the sky in all its moments and forms, taking my eyes off earthly things, I could be anywhere.
If I longed for a distant journey, I could imagine myself looking at the sky sitting at dusk on top of the mountain.
If I missed someone who was far away from me, I would be comforted by the thought that we were warmed by the same sun, and the same moonlight outlined our shadows.
I could be anywhere, with anyone. I could be anyone.
The sky had an unearthly power to take me away from earthly worries, give wings to my imagination and ignite peace in my head.
And the most beautiful thing was when I would look down at earthly things again – and realize that I was exactly where I wanted to be.