Today, the sky is beautiful. The clouds bleed deep crimson onto the vivid blue that is the horizon. but even now, as I stare in adulation at the coruscating palette I can feel the colors slipping from the clefts between my fingers. And as my thoughts turn quickly from admiration to apprehension I foolishly allow my hands to fall. Powerless, I watch each cloud run dry, as the sky exudes any vibrance that remained. And as my heaven circles the drain, I abandon my colors as well.