The skies stretch wide, like an endless canvas, shifting from soft pastels to deep, cinematic blues. They hold a quiet magic, wrapping the world in color and light. As I look up, there’s a sense of calm, as if the horizon itself breathes. Golden rays, streaks of crimson at dusk, the delicate glow just before nightfall—it’s all there, unfolding like scenes in a film. The vastness makes me feel small yet alive, anchored yet free. There’s something about the sky, the way it moves and changes, that lifts the spirit, reminding me that beauty is always within reach.