“I could see the sky all the time,” I said, giving it a shot. “And I really loved that. It was like watching a constantly moving Rorschach blot, right outside your windows. Getting to see cloud patterns changing all day, sieving through each other. Swirling like vapor, reconfiguring into other shapes, like something alive. It made me think, you know, of course the ancients saw gods and devils and monsters up there. It’s an ever-shifting canvas.”
