There's something about wide open spaces that soothe me. Something about looking far out, staring at the horizon. Staring at the clouds. From somewhere high up, staring down at the traffic, at all the busy people.
Maybe it's something physical; something biological. Maybe it relaxes the eyes, the nerves loosening it up a bit instead of staring at something close to you, straining your eyes, focusing. Maybe this is why we yearn for the sea. Or the province. Or somewhere high up the mountains.
Instead of the confines of your workspace. Instead of walls.
Sometimes it really does get to you, that longing to look beyond the things around you. Everyday you go to work and all you see are your monitor, the walls, the buildings. Your eyes start crawling up those buildings longing for a clear view of the sky but still billboards hinder you once you reach the top.
You get tired. Sometimes you get tired of it all. Everywhere you look you are being offered something to buy. Clothes. Gadgets. Housing. Happiness through clothing. Talent through gadgets. Peace of mind by buying their houses. Everywhere you look - they're always selling you something. Or reminding you that time rots everything.
On your way to work you stare out the train window and you try catch it, slits of the horizon, of a beautiful painting of a morning sky in between fast moving buildings. You strain your neck trying to get the most out of what is being shown to you while you burn out your 40 minute train ride. For brief moments you get to take a lot in. During those wide open spaces in between buildings you suddenly see the whole picture.
And for a brief moment you fly towards the horizon. And you are there floating among the skies, among your own ideas, thoughts. Just like you do when you're out there on vacation and you just stare up at the heavens.
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