There is, though, that one moment (or two, if youâ€™re lucky- and also an early bird) where the sky pities the lost and offers a chance to accept its beauty once more.Â It starts slowly; a creaking window opens to peer into something so magnificent.
Â One glance, and the sky is tinged the usual blue. The dayâ€™s gone remedy.
Â Second glance, and it has rapidly transformed. Erupting like a visionary, imaginative intellect on a blank-untouched canvas. Easels of colours spill, splatter and collaborate to design a firework performance of pale reds, and rich gold. Sometimes even adding the subtle hints of purple and orange.
Infinite wanderers find refuge in these hues.
Â Third glance, and the painting is no more. Lost ones come home to their â€˜busy-beeâ€™ lives and lovers grasp hold of when the changeless sky of tomorrow will willing reopen its heart at dawn and dusk.