Transition
Warmth. That's what I feel right now. I am sitting in my balcony, in my comfortable white chair. There's a cup of peppermint tea on the table. And I stare into the scenery. The sky resembles the ocean today. The sky's colour makes it look like a poem about philosophy. The birds are swimming and returning to their abodes. There's an occasional aeroplane floating through the sky, on its way to its destination. The rumble of its engine, when it moves through the clouds, makes it feel like the clouds are producing this sound. The naked eye cannot see the litter. You'll have to dig deep within the sky to know what litters it. As I said, the sky resembles the ocean today. A warm breeze passes by, and I take it as an indication to change my observation. I always wonder, which is the perfect brown to fill the mountains on my canvas? Do I want it to be a deep brown or a light brown or another brown? But, will the mountains like it, if I choose to fill it with a c...