Being wide open

I love the vastness of the sky. Colours painted with broad brush strokes as weather fronts roll in.

Its openness is huge, bigger than anything we could get our minds around if we thought about it.

Yet strangely, its size doesn’t diminish us. It doesn’t make us feel smaller than we are.

Instead, we are free to stand and gaze and be enlarged in the experience.

When did you last breathe in some sky?