The sky is an endless dream

Sky... This word evokes so many associations, emotions and memories. It is always different, fickle, unpredictable. Today it is clear and blue, tomorrow it is covered with clouds, the day after tomorrow it is decorated with bright sunset colors. But one thing remains unchanged — the sky attracts us with its beauty and mystery.

When you look up, it seems that there is something more hidden there than we can see with our eyes. Perhaps that's why people have always aspired there, created legends and myths, wrote poetry and paintings. Let's recall Pushkin: "The dust rises in the distance like a wavy cloud..." Or Yesenin: "The golden grove dissuaded with a cheerful birch tongue..." These lines seem to transport us to a world full of harmony and beauty.

But not only poets were inspired by the sky. Artists also found inspiration in him. Take a look at the paintings of Van Gogh, Kandinsky, Shishkin — each of them saw the sky in their own way, but they all conveyed to us their love for it.

Today, looking at the night sky, I thought about how huge and vast it is. How many stars twinkle there, how many planets revolve around their suns, how many galaxies hide beyond our vision? It is probably this unknown that attracts us the most. We want to know what is beyond the horizon, what awaits us ahead, where our road will lead.

And now I'm standing with my head up to the sky, and I'm thinking: "Maybe one day I'll fly there?" Maybe it will become my dream, my desire, my future. Dreams come true, don't they?