Highpoint, Melbourne, Australia. The sky is something I admire. I never realised it until year 8 I when I forgot to prepare for an English oral so I just made one up on the spot. We had windows high on the wall above all my classmates and so I stared at the drifting clouds as I preached about the brilliance this bit of blue hovering around us.
Carelessly ever changing, the sky is a canvas for reckless splashes of colour, the clouds secret writings by the beings above. Unaffected by our trifles and breaks, rain is the heartbeat to my soul, its disregard for human activity is my ideal paradigm.
I aspire to be like the sky.