Have you ever notice that during the day, you don't look up
You always look forward
You look for what's ahead and keep doing that all the way till you get home
Your tierd bc you spend a day moving up and down from place to place
and you didn't stop, or you were at home inside resting waiting till tomorrow comes so you will look forward again,
that is what happens most of the time
But then I'm one of those busy days
You stop
And you look up
And the sky is there so high and vast filling your eyes with delightful views
And endless length
And you feel like your eyes widen up a little
Or well. . . . It might just be me
