In the middle of nowhere, I’m amazed at the bigness of the sky, the fields, the Earth seems so quiet.

In the big city, I’m humbled by how small I am. How I am one of oh so many. The feeling of freedom and potential that I get from the latter always makes me feel so alive. Each makes me appreciate the other.

In Chicago, from the 16th floor, I see people in their apartments and hotels, curtains wide open or nonexistent. They see that they are so small all the time. I envy them.

The lights and fog in the city tonight are beautiful.