It amazes me how so many people do not see beauty in the city. Are they not seeing what I see? Not just beauty, but natural beauty, immense, and laid out like a gigantic artwork across the sky. When you grow up in the country, you learn to 
look into the sky, learn the habits of the clouds, watch the chaging face of the sky, seek its moods for clues to tomorrow.
The joy of the city is that the sky does not go away. Just as in the country the sky is so different to the hills, so in the city the sky contrasts with the buildings and puts 
the city into perspective as something insignificant compared to the power of a world that can redraw an entire sky in just a few minutes, and take such a small number of materials, just sky and clouds, and every 
day create a new artwork that is different from every other sky I have ever seen.
Here I am, able to look up and be amazed constantly. I love the little touches of color here and there, the mixing of yellows and pinks with dusky mauves and soft greys. The gentle changes in structure, the transience of 
substance, the moodiness - above all, the moodiness.
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