Big sky.
You walk outside, and the sky swallows you up—eats you whole—as though you’re being slurped beyond the wide horizon. Wide skies, deep skies.
The sky is above you, around you, vast beyond measure. What you see is just space, obscured by sunlight. Space is the place.
What’s kept you here until now is atmosphere, gravity, the spinning, the revolving, the hurtling.
Maybe you should go back inside and close the door.
Credit: artist unknown
