...and the color you painted the sky yesterday, thank you for that. Thank you for the way it glowed from the trees and the clouds and all of our faces. Thank you for the bright blue and the soft blue and the green and gold and burnt patches of sky. Sometimes I notice a little bit of the beauty; I notice the color in the very corner or the line of a cloud. I never notice it all, I never comprehend that much beauty. Sometimes I am angry because I don't have the capacity. Sometimes I'm bitter because you made me this way. Other times I'm scared.