Montana isn’t the only place with a “big sky.”
When I went to college in Colorado, I remember having to be pulled from the window one early morning of orientation. I was just in awe of how BIG the sky looked. Big and blue. Of course, my native Southern California has sky, too- but it felt clearer and unobstructed and somehow a lot more vast in the mountains. I felt littler, just a part of something bigger. My perspective in the world was altered going forward.
After spending multiple days under the sun, moon, and stars of Montana, I came home to the first afternoon thunderstorms in Utah this week. My eyes have been skyward for the last couple of days.
I like knowing I’m still as in awe of the big old sky as I was the first time it struck me, 19 years ago.
Do you remember to look UP?