Free Write Exercise 1: I love the Berlin sky.

I dont know if its because Im currently unemployed and have nothing better to do than to look up and admire the shape of clouds, or if its because its really somehow exceptional. Every time I look up I expect ordinary and Im instead hypnotised by extraordinary. I take pictures, but they dont look the same as what Im seeing with my naked eyes. When planes pass they leave a thin line in this blue sky, and when I blink, its suddenly different, different clouds, different building tops, birds and balloons. Same blue.