sky

The day was as crisp and clear and as juicy as a fresh apple. The sunlight was practically liquid as it seemed to splash off the leaves and grass. It made the air sparkle. The fragrance was everything that is fall; the earth never smells more alive than when its flora is dying.  She laid on her back on the ground, the scattered leaves underneath her crunched from the weight of her. A deep sigh released and she looked up to the sky. A transparent blue gem of a sky it was. And it caught her breath once she noticed it. 

She played there, looking up to the sky, looking into the sky, looking through the sky. Wondering what was beyond it. She has seen the pictures from space but this wonderment goes deeper than space.

 “Where is He?” she thought to herself. “He ascended. Where exactly is it?” 

These thoughts that so many children have had since growing up in Sunday school, but she is no longer a child. She has lived a life so far, and has felt little deaths as she has put herself down to pick up something greater. Yet still. The question remains as she gazes into the heavens. 

“Where exactly are they?”