the sky above ⚣ jjk.kth

『 the sky above 』

the sky above;
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Light Cerulean.

It seems I had calculated the perfect shade to describe today's sky. Of course, every day was a completely different shade or color, especially around dusk; I felt it was necessary for me to find a different color to describe it. Certain colors were seen on significant days, some that reminded me of precious memories and some were moments I'd rather forget.

Regardless, I kept a log of the colors I saw every day. It seemed meaningless to others but I did it for a sole purpose.

I love the sky.

The vastness of it, the clouds, the birds, the feeling of freedom. The love of flight. That lightweight momentum in your chest when you seem as if you're floating and content at heart.

160411
Pale Blue // Deep Purple

160412
Baby Pink // Dusty Orange

160413
Pastel Yellow // Pthalo Blue

Skimming through the few previous day logs, inner vision remembered those hues as if they'd never left before I scribbled down today's dawn.

160414
Light Cerulean //

Waiting for dusk wasn't going to happen in a heartbeat so I thought a walk throughout the boardwalk would be a easy time-killer. A sigh escapes my mouth in ease once I had pocketed my small leather-bound journal with an engraved J on the cover, starting the mini journey off with the first step of my Timberlands making its way away from the bench and towards the sturdy boarded walkway.

The only audio surrounding me was the occasional creak of a wooden board and a seagull's call. Even my mind was blank today; at ease from any stressful, intruding thoughts. School was temporarily forgotten, the worry for money out the window, and nothing but a relaxed patter of feet and Busan's ocean breeze. I fixed the one earbud I had and played a serene house-mix tune while holding my head up to watch the clouds.

Did I look silly? Probably. Perhaps a few looks here and there, as a young boy ridiculously kept his head up, daydreaming at the sky while walking without a hurry in the world. After all, who were they to tell me what to do? There were no teachers, no authority to control me in the ways they could. It was spring break and I was going to do what I felt like doing.

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The boardwalk has its different aspects; the boardwalk plaza, dining, open space, and the amusement area. I had come here often since I was very little and knew the area like the back of my hand. Once I saw the hanging lights connecting the boardwalk lamps, my smile couldn't help but show itself. Laughter started erupting around the area as if small volcanoes had been planted everywhere and were erupting a carefree happiness without a seconds break.

The amusement sector of the boardwalk, my all-time favorite. There were loads of rides and game booths, everyone of all ages running around to get in lines or buy food, and the occasional stuffed animal being handed out as a prize to a lucky winner. Filled to the brim with nostalgia, I couldn't help but to treat myself to a classic pink cotton candy and sit down at a near bench to take it all in.

An exhale of contentment was let out and I could see my six-year-old self running around the boardwalk again, a cotton candy in my hand as I pull my friend's hand, his other occupied with a candy like mine, but blue. I remembered dragging the older boy to the wipeout ride screaming.

"Hyung! Hyung! Can we go on this one? Pleaaaase?"

"But you used up all of your tickets, Ggukie."