As a younger girl living in Zimbabwe, I used to spend most of my time outside in the open (those were the days). Whenever I laid on my back and looked up at the sky I used to think it was exactly like glass and if it shattered, it would all come crashing down on top of me. It used to scare me quite a bit.
The sky above us is a constant. It is there every day of our lives and it is not going away. It has always been one thing on Earth that has made me sit back in silence due to the utter complexity of the world. The sky, no matter where one is and no matter what the weather, is always a reminder that there is always something greater than oneself or ones life.
A blue summer's sky is nothing short of perfect. It is my favourite type of sky. It's colour is infinitely pure; it seems as if you can dip your finger into it and watch the ripples wash across the vast expanse and disappear beyond the horizon, and the clouds look flawlessly moulded as if you could take a carving knife and chip off its edge. But a summer's sky at sunset? Simply paradisaical.
It was 38 degrees Celsius in South Africa today. And now, at six-thirty in the evening, it is 32 degrees. It has been the hottest day ever recorded in Johannesburg city.
Bring on the summer.
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