ahh yes.. this is a particularly enchanting thought.. that the sky dislikes its brighter days.. prefers the cooling clouds to hide behind, prefers the reflection of the sun on the moon to the actual sun itself.. so lovely..
no one brings out color - quite like you do - it swirls - and twirls - and the 'madman' sky - 'it prefers the moon' - 'the grey days' - they make real - the continuum of the black and the white - and that's when life thrives - when black remains black - and white stays - irrevocably - white - you conjure shades that are unseen and unheard of - and you bring them to life - in the eyes of the sky - and those are the eyes that know - they do - they know!!!!
. oh ... gosh ... this is so beautiful ... my sight is blurred by a film of tears ... i've thought about it so often ... when dark days descend upon us ... we start being evening and night people ... because we develop a sort of aversion to the sun ... but never could i have imagined that even you would write so beautifully about the bleakness of blue and the gravity of grey ... your journey as an explorer of the soul is bewitching, intoxicating and overwhelming ... and an absolute honour to witness ...