The sky isn't less beautiful in the winter

I look at it and witness the resounding awe it provokes

It still takes my breath away

But then it is bleak

In this sense it easily goes unnoticed

It hangs over me suspended by hope

Hope instilled by the light that was once there

Thin as ever, mimmicking the air

It's so cold everywhere, until I see the sky.

I breathe out its air, I don't have to try.

I know behind these clouds, there's a sun yearning to shine.

And when these clouds pass, I know I'll be fine.