At a coffee shop with a vaulted ceiling, I just so happened to look up.

A white ceiling with sky lights. Orange-purple light coming through one. White-blue light coming through the other. The corners where the walls meet the ceiling. Four windows on the far wall. Yellow light shining through at an angle from the east. Four rectangles of light on the west wall at a stair-stepped diagonal.

We don’t look up enough.

We look down. We look ahead.

We’re very concerned with ourselves and what’s going on around us.