Aching for Sky

Why’s everybody looking at me
Like there’s something fundamentally wrong
Like I’m a southern bird
That stayed north too long

Winter exposes the nest–
Then I’m gone
(lyrics to Palimpsest by Smog)

I am not a Southerner, but I am not from here.
Sometimes I miss the skies of the place I was born more than anything else.  I cannot describe how beautiful they are.  The various combinations of clouds, all changing like a kaleidoscope, and the vivid, dramatic colors of the sunsets.  The sky could be so blue.  

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