Even in the city one can still see a sky that pays no attention to what lies below. There are still as many shades of blue and the encouragement to imagine.
Perhaps all things of wonder emerge from the clouds and eventually return to dissolve. This picture is either or both. Circles of life and our wonder at it, they do not have either a beginning or an end. Such is the nature of circles and the circle of nature.
Surely we are so very fortunate to be living as part of it, given the privilege of being more than a mere witness.