No matter where I turn the skies are as endless as the rivers of concrete. It is a realization of where I live. I have the bay over my shoulder, and the sky over my head, but the urban landscape fill my field of vision. This is no reason to let the urban weight hold us down.
It is only a matter of changing how we perceive our world. If we choose to only see the stacks of gray and the endless kilometers of wire than that is how you see it. If you only see the open skies and the blooming flowers that is how your heart will develop.
In many ways I have chosen to do both. I need to embrace my neighborhood as it is. I also need to search out the beauty amongst that overbearing gray.
I will always be on the edge of foreverness with my soul in the clouds.