I went with my parents last week to visit their parents’ gravesites. My mom’s dad was in the army, so her parents are buried in a military cemetery.

The sky that day was strangely beautiful.

I’ve not seen a sky — shapes and curves in the sky — quite like that before. You could almost see skeletal bones. Ribs, spine, pelvis…

It was a monumentally striking image. Fleeting, tenuous, out of reach.

And then I turned my gaze back down to the rows of white stone, resting places.

As above, so below?