Blue Sky

Sighing, the old man drew in a breath. His eyes had long been closed to the sight of beauty, for he knew he was back in his dready world, a world where promises, hopes and dreams were gibberish.

Yet through the courtesy of a passerby, the old man's eyes fluttered briefly. What he had thought impossible to capture, it was captured in the artpiece of the clear blue sky, where one would cast aside his worries or doubts for a brief moment.

The moment, no matter how brief, was appreciated. The old man now proceeds to search for a path only he can walk.