The hive, the hammer, the sun.

As I lay here, head resting on the arm of the swing, I let my gaze drift heavenward. I found myself thinking, “Fuck, when was the last time I looked at the afternoon sky?”

It was a strange feeling. Felt as if my eyes started breathing, trying to suck the oxygen out of the atmosphere through vision.

I’m not quite sure what I was hoping to see, what I needed to see, but something occured within that initial moment.