Like the sky.
Blue and decked with clouds.
Then it becomes a golden flyway for geese and birds of all kinds.
Or a blue vaulted ceiling to soar across.
A showcase or backdrop for the setting sun.....
It can be like sweet, hot syrup washing down over the earth from on high.
And sometimes it is a soft warm blanket over sleeping boats on the bay.
Let me know if you visit. Take the time to say "Hi".