When I was a kid, I thought heaven was up in the clouds—somewhere far away, untouched and quiet. I didn’t understand it beyond that. Just a place in the sky we might go someday.
But today, I know better.
Heaven and hell aren’t places we wait for. They’re the moments we create. The love we live. The breath we remember to be grateful for.
This photo brought all of that back to me. The wide open sky. The green under my feet. The peace in my chest. I’m living in the heaven I used to dream about—and the clouds are still there, watching over it all.
I’m grateful for this journey. For every breath. And for every one of you walking it with me.
And maybe that kid wasn’t so wrong after all—because in almost every photo that means something to me, the clouds are there too.