There it is. Out there. Focus. Draw back the curtains, open the blinds, stop in the middle of the street and look upwards.

It’s there.

Every day, above you head, waiting, un-noticed by the masses. People never notice what’s under (or above) their noses.

Purchase a chalk-marker and repeat after me on your window: “The sky is beautiful.” Now if only I could find my way back to the Atlantic…