whimsicalsunflower

Do you also take pictures of the sky when it’s painted in pretty colors? My photo gallery is full of such pictures. I can’t get enough when the sky is a mood . A vibrant one, one that I love, one that makes me feel warm and fuzzy, courtesy—the sun. My grandpa said that you should look at the rising and the setting sun. I get it now. Life has become such that I’ve somehow become a part of the daily hustle-bustle. Wake up, freshen up, take a shower, do not forget to breathe in the fresh morning air, and strut out of my house with my backpack. As I’m rushing to the train station, I see the sky is a beautiful shade of orange, and the artist is on the canvas itself—glowing, looking at me. I look back and think to myself that life isn’t that bad after all. The morning rush begins a little past 8 am, so I board the train earlier. As we are all moving to the beats of the train compartment, I see many faces. Some are snoozy, some are asleep, some are lost in their thoughts, some are already clo...