Today was to-do lists. It was entertaining the kids while the car got an oil change, a trip to Walmart where I forgot some of the main things I went there to get (as usual). It was plugging away at homework so I can get it done and move on to other things like family vacations and reading one of the other million books in my pile.
Soon we are traveling to big sky country, though I have a hard time imagining that their sky can be much bigger than the one we have here. At this stage in my life, I appreciate this sky more than usual. I’m that nerd that loves when novels use landscape as a literary character. Because I totally get it. Living under this sky means room to breathe, space to see where you’re going and where you’ve been. Storms don’t sneak up on you, they roll in from miles away. This sky means knowing for certain that there’s nothing between heaven and where you are right now.
The days get busy and the summer sun is intense and we run through our lists and we bask in the shade and the air conditioner. And sometimes it takes me until almost 10 p.m. to finally walk outside and stand under the big, quiet sky with nothing on my to-do list but to look up.