Sky-masks

Sky-masks

Perhaps what I miss most of the last couple of years is the unhindered sight of the sky. Especially after the whole of last year, where I could lie back and see the sky through the open windows. A room with a lake-view was in great demand among residents (or "inmates") of my hostel, but for me, one with a sky-view was good enough, if not better.

Where I live, I don't see much of the land above. There are trees (pretty), houses growing as if they were preparing for the Tour de France (not so pretty), and cable lines slashing across what remains (sigh), but annotated with birds (cheer). But where I go to work, if I can find a way to peek outside, there are open skies. Stumbling on the edges are mountains, straight out of a 5 year old's drawing book.

The rest of the canvas are pages of colour, best when they seem blank.