Somewhere in flatter-than-flat western Kansas, a patch of sky blue next to the edge of a golden orange-to-red cloud reflecting the setting sun is just so beautiful that you want to pause, hold your breath, soak it in all in, but it is so much bigger than you, you can’t take it all in, so you finally let go, and breathe. And be with it.
So Much Bigger Than You
◊ Saint Bonaventure, pray for us