The war touched the strings of the soul of every conscious person, and also brazenly stole our peaceful sky!
Unquiet, vulnerable, sensual, prescribed in sunny yellows and gentle blue ciphers - just like every Ukrainian is now. The kind of "Our Beloved Sky" that will not give up in spite of everything, that will protect us with picturesque dawns and sunsets, that will refresh us with rains and thunderstorms. Which we embrace with our thoughts every time during every air raid. Which is "Ours" no matter what. Which we love infinitely - and will surely soon plunge in peace and victory!