Where Wires Meet the Sky ☁️

Some days, the sky is not just a backdrop - it’s a living canvas

From the edge of the road, I look up at the lean wooden pole, wire’s stretching out like taut strings of an invisible instrument. They hum silently, bridging village, homes, and hearts, cutting across the endless blue. Below, the earth is green and breathing, hills resting under soft blankets of could.

A little further on, the scene changes - the wire’s fade, and the coconut palms take their place. Their leaves sway like dancers, tracing arcs against a sky that feels impossibly wide. 

Fluffy clouds gather at the horizon, like an audience settling in for nature’s performance. 

It’s a meeting point - not just of earth and sky, but of the human touch and the wild heart of nature. Where we build, plant, and connect, life stitches itself into one vast story.