Chase the Sky

You’re just calling to check if the sky that I see is as beautiful as the sky that you’re looking at. I laugh that we’re looking at the same sky, and I swear I can hear your eyes roll. I stand in the middle of the lot and spin fast, camera out, your voice ringing out on speaker phone. I send it to you, and you confirm that it’s just as beautiful as where you are. Only maybe more. Because I’m here. I sigh, your words washing over me. I sigh, the wind washing over your words, washing over me. I sigh, the sunset washing over the wind, washing over your words, washing over me.