on a warm day the pleasure of the sun drew my eye from book to sky - blue and endless, it stretched the length of my dreams - in that moment I understood I was small, still I felt full to bursting with the life thumping inside me from the strong emotions built up by the beautiful book in my lap - a small plane cut a puffy gray trail across the blue canvas above, "man built that", I thought, so there must be hope for this world
