The beauty of the sky is compelling. The one thing I love about the nature is the clouds. They seem to me as vanilla cotton candy. I am sure there are million metaphors for the sky and so here is another one. I believe that it befits the life of a being. Like a child possesses crystal clarity and purity and as he ascents in his life, he is filled with perception thus growing deeper. Therefore losing his transparency and purity. In that tide of time when he is too old, he is ready to get out and black out resembling the space with the satisfaction like that of a war being fought. It is really intriguing to see a human improve and lose innocence to embracing wisehood. I admire the change of colours of the strange sky.