...closer to the sky.

I keep reminding myself it's likely I won't know how much I have changed until I find myself back in the states, feet on previous ground.

I feel opened to things I've never seen inside before.  Wondering what this process will bring, but knowing above all it's growth, like growing taller, closer to the sky.

Maybe that's why there's so much beauty here, or at least in my eyes.  There's the really bad and the really good; the bad brings me tears while the good lifts my eyes to the sky, opening vision.  My vision is clarified as I take the toughness in and out with deep breaths.  The sun rises every morning, sometimes with slight clouds, but it always seems to come through to shine light on the darkness.

I glance above.