Skye's the limit
What covers us, shows off for us, has colour and imagination? We look up to it, we fly into it, We harness the wind, marvel at the expanse of it. It goes on forever and holds mysteries beyond our dreams.
I was lying in my pregnant state in the grass on my front lawn.
My belly looks like a jello mold and my belly button is like a seperate entity right there on top.
I smelled the air, felt the sun and knew that Skye would be here any day.