Look Up
It's easy to overlook a city's distinct advantages. In Atlanta, it was the smell. It was so green that you could go anywhere, take a deep breath and feel life flowing into you from everywhere.
Now that I've moved back to Miami, I traded the trees and rivers and mountains for everglades, beaches and, yes, the sky. Sunsets and sunrises are Miami's trademark. Where ever you are, you can see the unobstructed skyline. And in that sky is a beautiful display of colors every day and night. Warm oranges, reds and yellows mix with cool blues, purples and greys. Clouds form interesting shapes. It's abstract artwork at its best courtesy of Gaiea. (Did I spell that right?)
I'm reminded of an episode of Heroes right now. It was about this boy that had the power to fly. He did so without worry of being caught because, he said, people rarely look up.
Driving to the beach the other day, I looked up and saw an airplane so low to the ground it was almost unreal. And then I remembered that this probably happens all the time and it's just that I never looked up.
