The Sky Boiled Over, and I


Driving down to northern Virginia from Philadelphia this afternoon, and the sky looked like this. It hung over, too closely. I felt consumed by it.


Losing someone makes the world feel tart, bitter, too close, fragile, heavy. The suddenness of the universe hangs over like this. Ponderously. Intrusively. It doesn’t even care to point or remark on our smallness. It is.


This holiday is for gratitude. I am grateful and obedient. Obedient to the tenet of life — that it is far greater than I may ever be.


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