Sometimes, I drink in the morning skies and think to myself,
“How does the sky carry everything?”
“There is magic up there”
“I’m somewhere in you”
And sometimes, I sit and stare at the expanse of it all and I feel my heart fall in love a little. The sky feels a little more alive. Close enough. Like I can imagine someone else’s smile no matter where I am. There is a magic in that. The way the sky picks up love from the colors, the clouds, my mom’s smiling face and splatters it all over the heavens. I imagine somewhere someone is whispering my name with reverence. Like holding a compass with my name is a better navigator than I am. Sometimes? I smile at the thought and sometimes, I imagine a smile back. And in those moments, the sky feels a little less heavy.
