Hmm.

I see blue skies with white clouds, and black skies with gray. I wish my eyes were cameras so I could share it. Being sick today meant feeling peculiar. I laid in the afternoon, and now at night. The clouds of day, silky, rolled by in my squinting sight, and the ragged clouds of night reminded me of some diety raking the sky.
Walking through wet grass bare-foot, I went and laid down by a little stream, just so I could hear the water. I stared up the sky, slashed by powerlines waving in the wind. I walked on the railroad irons, balancing for quite a good time despite the rain.
Its lonely here, but that quiet was healing.