Pick the right sky

“Your dreams should be as big as the sky,” the weaver said.

The boy looked up from the street corner, surrounded by skyscrapers.

The girl looked up from the forest floor to see the canopy of trees, a patch of far-away blue peeking through the heavily leaved branches.

“The sky isn’t very big,” the boy said.

“That little sky up there?” the girl said.

The weaver finally saw the problem. He winked. And in that wink, the boy and the girl were standing in a meadow. They didn’t see h...