The Quiet Between Buildings

I was walking home late last night, my coat pulled tight against a wind that felt like it had traveled a long way just to find me. The city streets were mostly empty, and for a few blocks, I was the only person moving. I stopped under a streetlamp to check my phone, but instead, I found myself looking up. The sky was so clear it felt fragile, like glass held over the jagged edges of the skyline. It is funny how we spend our days looking at our feet, worrying about the next step or the next errand, completely forgetting that there is an entire universe hanging just above the rooftops. We live in these dense, noisy boxes, yet we are constantly being watched by the same ancient, indifferent light. It makes my own small worries feel thin, almost transparent. Do you ever look up and feel like the city is just a temporary stage for something much older and much larger than ourselves?