The Sky Painter
Every morning, The Sky Painter awoke with the sunrise, painting the sky a symphony of yellows, pinks, oranges, reds, and purples.
Once the sun rose, The Sky Painter would cover the sky with a swath of brilliant blue, sometimes painting in white clouds, other times, leaving the sky an unbroken solid blue.
Then, at sunset, The Sky Painter once again brought out her palette and covered the heavens with the same colors used at sunrise. Once the sun disappeared from the horizon, The Sky Painter washed the sky in an inky black and rested until the next sunrise, when she would go back to her creation and start the cycle once again.
But one day, The Sky Painter awoke to find she was all out of her regular colors: No pinks, purples, reds, oranges, yellows. No blues. Not even any whites or grays.
So she thought, “Eh–screw it”, and just painted the sky green.
Well, people fuh-REAKED OUT. We’re talking, like, an entire day of near-global anarchy.
So The Sky Painter got herself some new paints post-haste, and the next day everything was back to normal.
For the most part, anyway. There were a number of people (particularly those obsessed with the End Times) who WOULD NOT SHUT UP about “Green Sky Day”, asking WHAT DID IT MEAN? Or, more often, coming up with convoluted explanations purporting to know EXACTLY what it all meant.
If The Sky Painter had been able to talk directly with the people of Earth, she would’ve told them: “It meant nothing other than I ran out of paint. That’s it. So just chill the crap out, everyone.”
But alas, The Sky Painter could only communicate via her art, and so her response was to go back to her usual work.
But she was tempted to mix it up again–maybe just paint the sky red one day, like, not even sunrise orange-y red, just solid fire engine red. Or perhaps a thick blood red–Jack Van Impe would have a field day with THAT.
So, if that ever happens, THAT’S what it means, no matter what anyone else tries to tell you. FYI.