Blue sky

A blue sky is what I think of when I want to sleep. It might be somehow weird, but I do imagine myself in a very large and wide land with green grass, olive trees scattered around, and orange branches surrounding that land. I see myself looking at a blue sky with that tickling feeling in my eyes. It's probably something I do to ignore the annoying sound of generators felling the neighborhood, or maybe to convince myself that no Apache nor an F16 will pass across this blue sky, for, if that happens, the sky will no longer remain blue. That color will turn to a smoky black cloud. That tickling feeling will soon be an awful burning pain that will force my eyes to drop a tear or two. A blue sky is after all, as many things are for us, too far to be reached.

Rawan