…about they sky I saw today.
It was blue. The kind of blue you can only get in Africa. With the sun beating down on your unprotected head, sharing it’s heat and danger alike. making things grow, and wilting them at the same time. Dragging every bit of moisture from the earth. To be stored for use later.
This picture just to show you the shade of blue – not taken today. I could not find that shade on a colour chart.
It was limitless.
It looked as if I could touch it.
Not a speck of cloud, or a vapour trail.
A few birds and butterflies in flight.
If you stared at it long enough, it gave you a kind of vertigo.
It made you feel tiny in comparison to the vastness above you.
There was no descernible points to tell you where the sky starts. No beginning. No end.
Just this wide expanse of brilliant colour that hurts your eyes of you look at it too long.
To just call it blue is a bit of a misnomer.
It was the blue of summer. The blue of Africa. The blue of my country.
Blue skies – another perfect day in Africa.