I walked out of my house the other day and by the time I got to my driveway a breath of the spring air arrested me and my I was planted, looking at the pink and blue, rolling sky above me. If my neighbors were watching, I assume they looked twice.
Sometimes I think we’re already in heaven, we’re just still holding onto bits of fallen earth.
I know some moments are pretty hard, and things that don’t seem like they would happen in heaven hit us. But I think so many of the other moments are simply heaven. People. Nature. The sky. The sky. We’re just holding on to the bad ones so much that we can’t see it.
Raw Spoon 2-2-17
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