When I was a child, I used to pretend the ceiling was a floor. I imagined how crispy clean it would be to feel and loved the idea of experiencing the life turned upside down. Just walking around would feel a bit futuristic.. Looking up at the ceiling also makes you look twice. Like, “wait, is that really the light causing that rectangular strip or did somebody miss a spot?”
And then you realize, nope…just light and shadows at play… in the middle of an afternoon.
Summer is meant for many things, but slowing down the pace, noticing the space around me, is most definitely at the top of my list.