The sky, so familiar, just always above my head.
Captivating, sometimes ordinary and mundane, but always full of revelations.
The sky, that sometimes I ignore, has always spoken its silent grandeur.
Captured, I could almost feel the clouds on my hands.
I see, and I know, this is ... the sky, the same sheet of blue that used to stare down at me.
Even when I was far from home.