You look up and see the blue sky, beautiful and bright.
But look beyond that.
It tells a story.

Fluffy white dragons, wizards, and hats
Monet takes his paintbrush, blurring together the warm orange and red.
The leftover dabs of white paint stain the sky.
The cool grey paint tells the same tale.
But haunting
A dark shadow
More mysterious and cold.

The light blue canvas clear, ready to be painted
The deep blue canvas, lightly painted with dots of light.
The canvas, cold and forbidding, and white.
The canvas, wet and black with rage.

The canvas, always ready to be painted.
Always painted.
Always perfect.
Always the sky.