of skies

I always did notice the skies in Melbourne are really blue.
But today the skies seemed exceptionally blue when I was walking back.
And there were little puffy scrunchy petal-ly clouds.
And I saw this little helicopter in the distance.
And all at once, I wished I was right on that very helicopter, because how awesome would the city view be in this cloudness spring sky.

Even Malaysian skies are blue too. Just a different sort of blue.
A more yellowy, warm, smoggy kinda blue.
Whereas Melbourne's blue is more cool, sophisticated, clean.

And that makes me think of Indian skies.
They weren't really blue at all.
It was more of a dusty blueish grey colour. More of a smogish (that's my invented term for smog+fog+rubbish) blue.

And I kinda think how the skies reflect the people living in that city, or is it the other way around?
Melbournians seemed always too cool for the sunlight, especially those white-collar individuals walking around briskly on Collins St in their swishy overcoats. And how a portion of them are really artistes in disguise, like those puffy little clouds.
Malaysians seemed abit louder in dressing, manner etc. Put good food on a table, gather family around, and let the merrymaking commence. Sure, we might not be as sophisticated as our Western counterparts, we might be a bit crude/coarse/undereducated. But whatever we do, we do it loud and proud and as best as we can. It's what we call Asian pride and family honour. lols.
Indians seemed abit world weary to me. They've seen everything that life has thrown at them, thus they have to make the best that life has to offer, at sometimes a great cost. But then after a rainfall, you get this little peek of cornflower blue before the smogish covers it up again.



And when I was looking up today, your face floated into my mind, Sandra.
My heart still constricts when I see you. And it has been almost 5 weeks.
This isn't fair, you know?