The future is in the skies.

I never tire of tilting my chin to an everchanging sky.
In life, as the sky, there will be moments of grey. Yet they never last forever, just as clouds drift to the horizon.
Clouds part and stars align in a sky of the deepest, darkest velvet.
There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.