I woke beneath a clear blue sky — the sun a shout, the breeze a sigh.
The old hometown, and the streets I knew, wrapped up in a royal blue.
I heard my friends laughing out across the fields —
The girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel.
The raw smell of horses and the warm smell of hay —
Cicadas electric in the heat of the day.
A run of Three Sisters and the flush of the land;
The lake was a diamond in the valley’s hand.
The straight of the highway and the scattered out hearts —
They were coming together, they were pulling apart.
Angels everywhere were in my midst —
In the ones that I loved, in the ones that I kissed.
I wondered what it was I’d been looking for above;
Heaven’s so big, there ain’t no need to look up.
Text: Excerpt, Thin Blue Flame, lyrics, Josh Ritter
Image: Photographer, subjects, unknown. Double exposure, circa 1940
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