Inspiration from Above
When I was a kid, I would lie on my back in the grass and stare up into the sky. Back then it was less about inspiration than it was about dreaming about being up in space, traveling amongst the stars. Not a lot has changed in that respect.
I spend a lot of time looking into the sky.
Free time is in short supply these days, but I do spend a little time every day watching the sky.
Some days are light and fleeting, filled with stories that are fun and equally as light.
Some days bring nothing, the sky too empty, the sun so bright that it blinds my mind’s eye, too.
But then…my all-time favorite sight...
And when I see this, I dream in post-apocalyptic landscapes. I don’t see mushroom clouds, but there is the explosion of heat and destruction. If cars make it into the picture, they’re deserted, or rusted out, or burnt to a crisp.
Every day on my way home from work, I wait on the overpass to get to the interstate, and I turn to my left. Instead of checking the flow of the traffic I’m about to enter, I’m watching the sky. I’m releasing the strain of the day and shrugging work off my shoulder. I’m looking for an idea. For me, it can be found in those clouds.
Of course, I still dream about soaring off into the stars.
Not a lot has changed.