"I can no longer see the sky enough to know that it's a sky."

I booked a flight to New York. Decision seems like it came out of the blue and maybe it was. I just want to get away so bad. I want to think and mentally breathe for a bit. So consumed by work. Imagine sitting under a vast vast sky with nothing else in your view. Then imagine being wrapped into a coccoon, layer by layer.

First the sky you see is divided into two and you think, "Hey, I can still see the sky."
A second layer later you think "the sky's still pretty vast."
A couple dozen layers later you merely see specks of blue in your vision and you think "well, I can somehow still see the sky." That's me. I don't know at which layer do I finally convince myself, "I can no longer see the sky enough to know that it's a sky anymore."

Christmas at New York though! Broadway and MoMA and ugh, pinch me.