It never occurred to me that a human, tiny little creature in a gigantic universe, can somehow measure the height of the skies. I remember it vividly when I stepped out from a Heathrow Airport building and sat inside a bus that would take me to a quarantine hotel, that was the first time I experienced being under the London sky. It was very dull, the sky was grey, it rained when I was still inside the airport, typical London in September. Nothing particular happened to be frank, until the bus moved and I could see a bigger percentage of London sky.

The sky is near.

London sky is near. Did I make sense?

Despite the close distance, I felt even smaller, actually. I think because somehow the closeness made the sky even wider.

People who lived forever in this country might not realize this, you see. Because we can only feel the change in our environment only if we had a contrasting experience before (said me). Me, being a tropical girl, I can confidently say that the sky in Indonesia is soooo, so far, unreachable, and bright, and if the angels have a conversation above the clouds, we might never hear it.

Weeks after my first London sky experience, I actually learned about it scientifically in class. About why I think it is near, about the sun path in wintertime, about the differences in time and space.

I still think about it, you know, about how near it is. Sometimes. When I feel alone. But that’s another story!