At the sky

I was driving home from my friend's and saw the moon, big and orange-ish, with a dark cloud layered in front of it. It looked as if, after receiving a lesson on how to draw the eyeball first and THEN draw the eyelids over it, a student had taken an inky brush and made a cloud to look like an eyelid over the moon. 

First world problem- all of my new favorite artist's many songs (her immense talent I have determined by hearing two) are UNFINDABLE online and on any music site ever. 

Also, first world victory: I found a parking spot in my part of the mall parking garage where the oppression of the garage-static is lifted, just like when Sylvia Plath talks about her bell jar being lifted by electroshock therapy just enough for a little fresh air in to give her a little bit of will to go on or a little bit of something to wake up. 

There's no time to look at the sky when it's freaking cold outside. Screw it. Find your cat and curl up. 

But there's this one verse in Isaiah in the Bible:  "do you not know? Have you not heard? .... He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and its people are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the heavens like a canopy, and stretches them out like a tent to live in."

And I think about how big the sky can be and how God uses the sky as a hammock. A pretty rad hammock. So the sky is a cool place. 

That's another thing! God doesn't get cold! Not that I know of. Jesus got cold, but God is the great and indescribable I Am; he is above temperature. He can BE fire and be comfortable. 

YAY GOD!