Novel & Cerita Out Of The Clear Blue Sky

Behind bars, he spent his days repenting for what he had done. When we walked out of the funeral home, sunlight spilled warmly across my face. I looked up at the sky. It was a deep blue, cloudless and endless. Ian once told me blue skies looked like swimming pools, except pools were cold and the sky was warm. "Dylan, once I learn how to swim, I'll take you swimming in the sky." "How do you swim in the sky?" "You lie on the clouds without moving, like floating on your back." I could not help it.

The clear blue sky is showing auspicious clouds. Truly fine weather, perfect for outings. And it's Sunday too. At times like this, usually people go out to wander from place to place. Some go to the beach, some to parks and malls, and there are also some who do adventures such as mountain climbing.

Only now. I push through the last of the branches and see the open sky spread over. It's a large dome of exquisite blue. The beauty of it almost brings tears to my eyes. Clouds flit over its expanse. The sun is a sphere of peerless gold, the blinding single eye of the sky. I watch all of these … and just breathe.

And the culprit had already shown himself to her but he was in the loving arms of her mother. Adrienne leaned on the bench and lifted her head to look at the sky. It was so bright and blue without clouds. She smiled admiring the clearness of the very blue sky. The clearness of the bright blue sky as if lifted her spirits from her dark thoughts and erased them. She was glad it was a sunny day, not a rainy one, or she would have hugged herself in the corner of her mind further muddled in the confusion and darkness of her unfigured thoughts and unanswered questions.

Slyvia Monday morning came with a calm breeze and a quiet sense of progress. The air smelled fresh, like rain had touched the earth overnight, even though the skies were clear. The horizon stretched wide and open, painted in soft hues of blue and gold. The sky looked bluer than it had in days, like it had been washed clean for a fresh start.

Then, after a pause, she added, "And don't bother testing me." I turned my attention to the window. The sky outside was so blue, not a single white cloud in sight. That kind of pure, open sky had a way of lifting your spirits, even just a little. "I just hope he comes back soon," I said softly. "And I hope this all ends soon, too."

he said and glared at Skye. Skye acted as if he didn’t see Kulv was glaring at him. “I also remembered that Blue was so close to Hail…” he continued. “That time, Blue’s smile was so bright as he looked at Hail who was teaching him seriously about literature…” he said and looked at Kulv whose face was as dark as a storm.

THE CLEAR SKY We breached the surface of the Atlantic. Kai threw the hatch open. I climbed out onto the deck of the sub. The air was sweet. Clean. I looked up. The purple haze was gone. The sky was a brilliant, impossible blue. The sun was shining with a clarity I hadn't seen in six years. The Architect was burned out of the heavens. I looked down into the open hatch, where Silas was checking Leo’s vitals. "He's alive," Silas called up. "He's exhausted. He's empty. But he's alive."

The next morning, as Theo sat down for his homeschooling session with Teacher Mike and Mama Hazel, his mind was buzzing with curiosity and questions. With a sparkle in his eyes, Theo looked up at Teacher Mike and asked, "Why is the sky blue, Teacher Mike?" Teacher Mike smiled at Theo's inquisitive nature and began to explain, "Well, Theo, the sky appears blue because of the way sunlight interacts with the Earth's atmosphere. When sunlight reaches the Earth, it is made up of different colors, like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The blue light from the sun is scattered in all directions by the gases and particles in the atmosphere, making the sky above us look blue."

I asked for this silence. And right now, I actually feel… clear. Not happy. Not sad either. Just… clear. Like my body and mind have gone through a car wash after a long storm and even if there’s still mud on the tires, the windshield’s finally clean. I tip my face up to the sky. The sun’s behind the clouds, that kind of mid-grey sky that can’t decide if it wants to rain or not. A cool breeze brushes over my skin. I close my eyes and just breathe.