I like that when I look up I saw the perfect amount of blue to white ratio.
The white adding just enough contrast to take my breathe away.

I like that when I look up, I see the clouds move and the trees rattle.

I like that when I look up I see a monster,
then
suddenly,
Blink,
It’ll become a car
Blink,
a hippo
Blink,
the sky.

I like that when I refocus There's no more blue
I miss it

I like that when I look up, the birds pepper the sky as if black ink sneezed.

I like that when I look up
I don't have to look down.