DISCLAIMER: THE SKY IS MINE!!!! But, no matter how hard I try, or will it, or want it or dream it, The Characters from Star Treks the Original Series, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9, Voyager or Enterprise will never be mine. They belong to paramount. This story is simply the sky's point of view of Star Trek. I may write about all five series' here. When I first wrote this story, I expected and wanted to make a crew of my own. And I will too... eventually. But for now, the character's I'm writing about (In the 5th and 6th chapters, anyway) belong to PARAMOUNT. -_-

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The ice storm wasn't really that bad. It snowed afterward, and when the kids went out to play, they were finally able to tramp through their yards on the ice and slide down all the snowdrifts. The kids broke ice off the trees, and tried so hard to get it off any metal pole. When the sunset in the evening the sun shone on the ice on the trees, and the light reflected off in many different colours: blue, red, yellow and green. When they looked at the snow on certain angles, the snow also reflected the light in many colours.
The strangest thing of all, it was February 27. That wasn't strange. The strange thing was the robins. They were everywhere! The evenings were getting warmer and the kids got hotter on the schoolyard and the robins came.
There weren't many clouds for a long time. This made the children happy, they could look up and all they could see was beautiful Blue cracked here and there by the icy branches of trees, like an old painting. This was especially useful when the sun burned the ice off the trees. The kids loved it, and tried to catch the ice when it fell.
Canada was the most interesting of countries and I like to watch over it most. The people are obsessed with themselves! But they are also very kind and observant, and have more natural surroundings. I like that.
During the night everybody likes to stay inside. Doesn't anybody like the wonderful display of stars I have within me? I do.
But when morning comes, the kids don't seem to like it when the sun shines through the windows in their faces. They squirm and try to hide their eyes from my sun. What they do like, I think, is when the moon shines in their window at them. They like to look up out the window at my moon and think about who else might be watching it.
I never get tired of my routine of juggling the sun and moon and accurately maintaining day and night. I swirl the clouds above the earth and enjoy watching the moon attract the water of the Earth, a thing the people call 'tides.'
When the people come off the Earth and pierce the atmosphere, I always enjoy watching what the people will do once they reach my depths, if they'll ever get farther than the moon.
With my role as the Sky, I enjoy watching over the people of the Earth, and studying the people that visit my depths. I just wonder, when will they meet the Vulcans?