There’s something pristine about how the sun adds color to the sky at dawn, and how the sky lights up during dusk. To poets, the sea and the sun and the sky tell many tales; I see strength in the permanency of their actions. How they are on repeat, day after day, night after night, sprinkling hope and whispering promises. Let us then, take a moment out, to watch. To watch the azure, red, yellow and violet shades of the sky. Let’s call it a closure in a grand way. Let’s wake up to beautiful mornings. Let’s chase sunsets.