Looking at the sky, here atop the mountain, is a different experience for most.
It feels different. Almost like an out-of-body experience.
I looked at the sky turn an array of colours. It went from the calm and sleep inducing colour of black, to navy blue. Which then turned into a purple and then to a pink.
The first evidence of light coming to wake you up.
I saw the sky turn from that comforting purple-pink, to its fiery reds and oranges. These colours shone so brightly that there was no point in sleeping anymore.
The little streaks of yellow that accompanied the fiery colours, extended to the ends of the sky. Reaching far and wide to spread more of the colours.
This soon turned into a light blue sky with little fluffs of white in it.
The clouds looked at peace, on their leisurely stroll with the light breeze, but there was a dark figure lurking behind them.
A figure, so dark and gloomy, began consuming the light and fluffy clouds, one by one, turning the sky dark and lifeless.
The wind picked up and became icy. Blowing so harshly that the trees and plants uprooted themselves.
I ran to some boulders to try and take cover from the brewing storm, but to no avail. I was cold, wet and afraid.
The rain started to pick up and belt against the earth, causing the topsoil to break and wash away.
The rain: not liquid for long, and turned into solid ice that fell harder and faster.
What was that?
I looked left and right at what the noise and sudden light could possibly be.
I tried covering my ears to muffle the sounds, but it was no use. The more I covered my ears, the louder the sounds became. The more I squeezed my eyes shut, the brighter the light. The more I curled in on myself to retain some heat, the colder the wind became.
I screamed everytime the cymbals of the sky crashed. I flinched everytime the lightning hit the ground close to me.
Yet, I couldn’t do anything but sit there and watch as the storm grew more intense.
I gave up on muffling out the sounds and blocking out the light and cold. I chose sleep over survival. I chose to run away instead of facing the storm.
A few hours passed and I woke up to birds chirping in the distance, opening my eyes to the grass next to me.
It was wet, with some droplets on the fine blades of grass, but it looked at peace and not as though it had just weathered a storm.
I closed my eyes and rolled onto my back. Squeezing my eyes shut so that the image of what was left of the storm could not hurt me.
I had a feeling that the storm subsided and that it was safe to open my eyes. Hesitant, I opened my eyes to see what words fail to describe.
Beautiful and colourful, that nothing could be compared to it.
The sky had turned from a dark and terrifying Davy’s grey, to its fiery reds and oranges again.
Amazed at the image laid out in front of me, I started crying out of joy that the sun had decided to make an appearance.
I saw that beautiful fire turn into sweet and lulling purples and pinks. Which then turned into a navy blue and eventually into the sleep-inducing black.
Just seeing the sunset after the storm, was truly thrilling, but also comforting. I had truly come out of the storm.
I laid there and continued to stare at the sky littered with stars, admiring the beauty of the sky.
It truly is a great experience looking at the sky atop the mountain.