Write A 100 Word Story. Or… The Sky Over Our Heads

The shifting clouds overhead. Wide open ever-changing skies.

How can we ever understand the vastness of our world if we don’t open our eyes?

We can’t. It’s too big, immense, immeasurable. We can’t control it. We can’t comprehend it. We can merely observe it passing.

Streaks of pink purple, red yellow. Blazen and unstoppable. Majestic. Then the bluest of midnights, laced with a thousand tiny stars.

Over your head and over mine.

We never know what is coming, what each new day will bring. Until one day, nothing comes at all.

But until that time, underneath it we dance.