It’s like giant TV screen on which I keep watching ever changing colors and hues on the vast sky. At times it’s pitch black as tar has been splashed on it and other times it’s vibrant blue with few streaks of white clouds. The entire canvass of this part of sky–through of my bedroom’s window–is always painted with unpredictable colors. There are days when you can easily predict what colors will be on the sky in the evening especially on a sunny day. My favorite is crimson sandwiched between yellowish bands. There are evenings when clouds rolled by slowly on the crimson sky giving the illusion of fireballs sliding in timeless motion. It’s like clouds are encapsulated with lava and dancing together in harmony.
My window being in the south-west corner of the house allows me to witness these spectrum of colors in the sky in the evening. Many of the evenings bring along with it the element of unpredictability of what show would be displayed on the sky. It’s the novelty in patterns and colors in the sky which honed my curiosity to the hilt. Many a time, my state of mind would find meaning in the banality of this observation and try to relate to it subconsciously. There will always be a memory hidden in neurons in a remote corner of the brain which wakes up to these patterns in the sky. Sometimes, it’s a euphoric feeling and other times it’s melancholic. Often the mind creates its own meaning on slight prevarication of any stimuli.
The silhouette of man-made structures against the crimson sky accentuate the colors in the sky. Every evening has a unique pattern of displaying colors. If someone asks me what’s the best thing to do next to meditation; my answer will be observing the evening sky. It makes you feel grounded and humbled by its grandeur. One of the best stress busters I can recall.
Binzy's Promiscuous thoughts 