every time I look above, I get lost, I immerse, I swim through mackerel clouds
June darkness? in the month of bluest sky the sun never seems to set
the sky in spring – both deep and shallow, patched up with clouds, smooth as silk…
cotton, linen and seven kimono fabrics. rich is the autumn sky
Skies of pale grey. Wind raises the tablecloth. Rain in my champagne.
July’s day melts away. Rasberry sky and ragged clouds. Gentle chill as lullaby.