Skiey, Reprised

The curious thing abut a skylight is that the sky reduced to a small rectangular patch suddenly seems so much further away, so much further up. I lean back and am nearly overtaken with vertigo. How different this is from lying on one’s back in a broad and grassy meadow where the world seems evenly divided between earth and sky, where the same breeze pushes clouds from horizon to horizon and passiving waves of sunlight along the bowing tips of tall grass.

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