I think the sky is bigger here. I took this tonight as we were driving to a friend’s house:
I wrote this in my journal a few weeks ago as we drove the same road:
I’m looking through a wide angle lens.
The clouds billow and plume and stretch to an invisible dome.
Like a snow globe.
Or the Truman Show.
I’m not a poet, so here is an excerpt from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem Renascence:
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat–the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.
No higher than the soul is high.
Me thinks….I will never leave this place.
I took this photo right after the one of the sky:
Boo: We get air conditioning when we go fast on the highway.
Three cheeseburgers wide.
I think that might have to be our Christmas Card photo.