If a person stares upwards in a cloudless night and the lights of the city do not impede, even satellites can be spotted racing across the night blackened sky. Abundance of stars are spotted in the vast milky way, and the brightness of the full moon gives so much light that one can see to walk around without stumbling. Then, out of no where, a small cloud appears, then another, and still another. Condensation is taking place before one's eyes, and the gathering of storm clouds becomes the demonstration above. Cover is necessary, and the light driven display from underneath becomes a bygone drama that has been replaced by a storm. The stage has been the sky, and the theater seats have been beneath the heavens.
The view one has of things is often determined by his or her position. Many star lit nights and storm gatherings are not even noticed at all. There must be an awareness toward them or else they go on without any observance. Sunsets are also among the displays missed, and without someone drawing attention to the multicolor artwork, the horizon goes unnoticed and the simplest treasure is forsaken.
Quite possibly life itself has become a blur for many so that star lit nights and brilliant sunsets have become a passing phase. Perhaps it's time to look up again, balance again, enjoy again, lest that which is above those who are living underneath become that which was and never shall be again.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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