
I just like the sky.
From a few nights ago,
so August in Utah.
I like the treetops peeking,
perhaps praising.
I like the top of the lamppost
perhaps saying to the setting sun,
I got ya (it will illuminate in about 30 minutes).
I just like to feel a big space.
Room.
Color.
Out there.
And in here.
And some praise.
And to know there is backup for the light.



