this morning #807.

this morning, in the space where the tip tops of tall buildings brushed against the sky, for once i finally found comfort in the distinct divide between that which remains grounded & that which has the chance to be free. every single day, i’d been exerting SO much energy around the fear of that space becoming too much of a blur. it’d worn me down. today’s sky was so blue. the buildings so grey. there was no way i could confuse the two today. i’m not sure when this had started, my trending toward finding stability in the built environment while nature seemed so unknown, so out of my control. i just needed to man up & leave the city for a while, find a smile in something not so manmade.