city

This is the city. The sky, if you look straight in front of you, dull grey and tired. Tied to webs of power wires, punctured by radio towers and, smaller, buildings. Only if you decide to look up, higher and higher, does it fade to blue, lighter at first, then brighter and truer saturating the sky, endless and alive, clouds pinned on display, cotton bandages.

You could spend years never noticing that it is actually blue.