Meg Philip/ February 2, 2019/ Short Stories/ 0 comments

 

It’s official I have a habit; no matter how many times I try to fight it, I always fall at the first hurdle. Yep, I’m addicted. Going cold turkey is not an option either. I’m addicted to the sky, the clouds, the stars; I’m addicted to sunrise and sunset, I love watching the moon in all of its glory.

You know you’ve got it bad when you get up extra early when you’re having a day off, just to watch the sunrise. You know you’ve got it bad when you go through the pictures on your phone and all you can see are ‘sky pics’ with varying cloud formations. You know you’ve got it bad when all of the ‘sky pics’ in your phone look more or less the same.

You know you’ve got it bad when you stop the car in the middle of where ever, to take a picture of the sunrise or sunset. You know you’ve got it bad when those that know you best start to feed your addiction by taking and sending you beautiful ‘sky pics’ whilst they’re out and about.

You know you’ve got it bad when you decide to tell the world just how much you love the sky and the clouds; that you love the subtle colour changes as the sun shakes hands with the moon as they cross paths and vice versa.

I’m addicted to the sky, the clouds, the stars; I’m addicted to sunrise and sunset and I love watching the moon in all of its glory.

Mother Nature at her best is absolutely amazing; embrace it

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