This is the corner of a street I cross each day. From one side of the sidewalk to the other, buildings crawl up and I’m left below while the sun giggles in and slips away. I stole this moment in between meetings and I thought if I captured it I could keep the sky.
I don’t know what it is about looking up that makes me think I can turn the shape of clouds into dreams or find someone I’ve lost. Maybe it’s because our feet are rooted to pavement and concrete and grass, because the dirt of the earth is so final. But it seems that the moment I look up is the moment I let myself believe nothing truly reaches an end.