Why I love looking at небо красивое небо родное
I spent about twenty minutes yesterday just staring at the небо красивое небо родное, thinking about how we rarely take the time to actually look up and appreciate what's right above us. It's funny how we can get so caught up in our phones or the pavement under our feet that we forget there's this massive, ever-changing canvas stretching out over our heads. For me, that phrase—which basically translates to "beautiful sky, native sky"—carries a certain weight that's hard to put into words, but I'm going to try anyway. ...