Kaleidoscope Sky

It started with one, and you felt it in your heart. That new warmth of something strange and new. The kind of flutter of when you're waiting for the one you love. I felt the warmth and looked up, there I saw it; the first little explosion of color on the negatively dominant, black and white sky. I watched as it grew, more little explosions frizzing off of it. Each of them an orange or a red, turning slowly into a deep purple. They all melted into each other, folding into a new design of perfect symmetry. One huge kaleidoscope expanding on and on, a million times over, in every direction - forever. Expanding out like a ripple in a pool of color, starting orange and then dipping into a cool purple, and back up into a warmth red.
It only lasted a moment or two, then the sky turned into a bright blue, with white lace around the edges. But the feeling, seeing it all happen, all fold out - a literal explosion of color and beauty, it made me forget about the meaningless, the small things in life. It reminded me of just how small we really all are, and how, after we're all dead and gone - the sun will still rise the same way. The feeling made me happy, it settled my heart in a calming place. I felt relieved, no longer saddened or anxious, of being alone. The world was all the beauty, excitement, and mystery I'd ever need. It no longer mattered - people, the kind sitting behind a sheet of glass begging a far too weak person to smash it and release them.
And I hated how much I wanted to still tear down that glass cage, once the ecstasy of the sunrise had subsided, and the world was back to its brown-scale color scheme.
Its those moments of pure beauty that keep me with my eyes to the sky.

-Sir Jestro