There is a day in life, when you can sit in a windowsill and ponder the sky. You will think of it's color, it's endless boundries. You will think of it's vast clouds that bloom in our atmosphere. Then, it hits you. You're just a small person in this big world. Would someone care if you were to be gone? Would they cry in sorrow, laugh in pain? But as you take a glance at the sun you can only wonder, is the warmth that redepms the earth's nature so unable to warm me, to protect me? From that moment on, you can only see that from across that window you will only be able to forever feel its light.