The Sky is Falling
I can’t get over the sky. Maybe you have to live your whole life in Ohio to understand. Where I come from, the land of hills and trees is bigger than the sky, and there are maybe only three or four completely cloudless days all year long. Even then, when you look up, you see only snatches of blue in between the trees and the next hill or the next building.
Yesterday, I was stunned by the sky in Oklahoma.
Probably someone from Oklahoma thinks nothing of the breadth of the sky. Probably someone who’d lived in Oklahoma all their life would come to Ohio and think the sky small. They’d think it tiny. Microscopic. A two-inch patch in a six-foot painting.
Paul Greci just wrote about perspective in Through Whose Eyes Do We See?
But today I am convinced that Chicken Little was from Texas. The sky is so huge, it’s oppressive. The sky is low to the ground. It makes me claustrophobic. I thought the sky went on forever yesterday, but that was nothing.
In Texas, you can reach up and touch the sky. You have to duck. The horizon is every where you look. You can stand and turn a full circle, and in every direction, the horizon never ends.
Also, there are Taco Buenos. I bit into a Cheesecake Chimichanga and almost died. (No, seriously, I had a big asthma attack from the dairy.) But I bit into it and all this cinnamon-y caramel gushed out next to this hot melted cheesecake and I orgasmed and it was so worth the almost-dying bit.
You think I’m kidding about the orgasm.
The American West is a beautiful place.
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Natasha Fondren is a writer traveling the U.S. in a camper with her four cats and husband. She spends summers camped near her niece, because, well, her niece is her favorite girl on the planet.
I LOVE what you say about the Texas sky. I could feel it and see it.
We have a great sky in Wisconsin. Even on cloudy days. The clouds form pictures. Even now, with the sky is whitish, a little misty out.
STOP EATING DAIRY.
*ahem*
I forget who, but one of the writers at Murderati posted about the exact same thing with the sky last week. Maybe over the weekend? It’s a great post & has pictures — check it out.
Oh, and I’m obsessed with the sky here. I have a zillion pictures.
I think the sky,almost anywhere, can offer the eyes some respite. Right now I’m looking at an overcast sky through bare birch trees. And even though my view is limited, it still feels expansive.
Thanks for the reminder about the big skies in the southwest. Brings back good memories.
Isn’t there a song about the sky in Oklahoma? Or it’s part of the song? Or I’m senile?
Mmmmm. Tacos Buenos sound pretty darn bueno!
Yes! Taco Bueno rocks – one of the things I miss from OK
Spy, there is nothing quite like the “big sky country” of the plains to the rolling foothills that run from central Alberta down to Mexico. While you’re in OK take a good look at those beautiful Quarter Horses!
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