Blue Skies

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
Photo Courtesy: George Steinmetz, National Geographic

Some days I wake up with a yearning at the pit of my stomach. It spreads to my chest and hands and legs, radiating to the tips of my fingers till I can't hold still anymore: I must see the sky. I want it to be blue, warm and kind. I want the clouds to be white; so white that I can't look at them but for a moment. I want the sky to overflow with its blue till it drips on my clothes; till I disappear in the transparency. I want the sky to be deep: so deep that I can peel it layer by layer and never quite finish. I want the sunlight to be bright and clear: not the yellow it is on most days or the grey it turns before a storm. I want the light to be airy and colourless. I want it to bend with the wind and I want to watch it slip from between my fingers. I want.