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THE SKY IS A NEIGHBORHOOD

THE SKY IS A NEIGHBORHOOD

 

When I was a child, I would look up at the sky and see shapes in the clouds. A collie dog smiling to the left. An ice cream cone topped with two scoops to the right. The Emerald City castle from The Wizard of Oz floating directly overhead. Gradually over the years, my mind stopped transforming the clouds into imagined things, though my intrinsic wanderlust for the sky never faded.

Now as an adult living in New York City, among the soaring concrete structures, finding expansive pockets of the sky has become a reprieve from the daily commotion swirling at eye level. It’s a chance to return——however briefly——to that child-like sensibility through the celestial offering in the present. Sometimes, while paused on a corner waiting for cars to pass, I like to tilt my face upward to steal a few seconds to soak up those flashes of sun and sky.

Everything feels so different now.

New York entered lockdown in the middle of March, the days greeting me with compounding feelings of confusion, shock, and terror. From around the world, those sentiments were echoed and amplified. Nothing felt right. On walks to get groceries, the streets confronted me with a somber bleakness that was reminiscent of dystopian tales. Was this real?

During a particularly difficult afternoon in early spring, I went into my kitchen to make a pot of tea and my eye caught something out of the window. I grabbed my iPhone to capture the form before it drifted away. To many, this image may have resembled——at best——a Rorschach inkblot test. To me, I saw an otherworldly form of communication, as if the sky was comforting me and saying that it would all be okay. Because there, in a flurry of gray clouds, I saw a parting in the center shaped like a heart with wings.

On more days than I cared to count, many of which seamlessly blurred together these past few months, gazing at the sky through my apartment windows—luckily unobstructed——served as my sole connection to the natural world. Photos I started snapping of the sky became a means of marking the passage of this singular period.

Not every day was captured. More days felt blank than full. There were days that I would savor the sky while listening to the symphonic sounds of birds chirping beyond the pane glass. There were sleepless nights I broke down in tears while looking to the sky for answers. And there were both days and nights where I would turn my back on the sky and shun it from my sight, its gloom shrouding me like a cloak.

The collective trauma and pain, some born of this pandemic and many others unearthed by it, have etched a deep chasm in my heart that I doubt may ever fully go away. I don’t think I want it to. I don’t think I want this time in my life to leave me unchanged. I don’t think I should ignore this compulsory pause that has been seemingly speaking——perhaps shouting——into the stillness, “Is this really the way you want to keep going?”

One warm summer Sunday, I was listening to the Foo Fighters’ album Concrete and Gold, and a song that I had not heard in quite some time popped up: “The Sky Is a Neighborhood.” Against the backdrop of the times, the lyrics suddenly felt like an anthem. In a quest to find out its origins, I happened upon a Rolling Stone article with the band’s front man Dave Grohl. In the story, Grohl spoke of laying down one evening in the grass and looking up at the sky, prompting him to recall a video of Neil deGrasse Tyson in which the astrophysicist is asked to state the most astounding fact of the universe. The below answer he gave inspired the musician to write the song:

“The most astounding fact is the knowledge that the atoms that comprise life on Earth, the atoms that make up the human body, are traceable to the crucibles that cooked light elements into heavy elements in their core under extreme temperatures and pressures.

These stars, the high mass ones among them, went unstable in their later years. They collapsed and then exploded, scattering their enriched guts across the galaxy. Guts made of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and all the fundamental ingredients of life itself.

These ingredients become part of gas clouds that condense, collapse, form the next generation of solar systems. Stars with orbiting planets. And those planets now have the ingredients for life itself.

So that when I look up at the night sky, and I know that yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts, is that the universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up——many people feel small because they’re small and the universe is big——but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity.

That’s really what you want in life. You want to feel connected. You want to feel relevant. You want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings-on of activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are just by being alive.”

Since New York City started its gradual reopening in June, I have been fortunate enough to experience some of the things that make me immensely happy to call this place home——all through a renovated lens. Things like wandering through the galleries at my favorite museums, admiring the creativity and history of the pieces on display. Dining at restaurants, where I savor every alfresco bite and sip. The walks through Central Park, which usually culminate with a meditative seat on my favorite bench at the Pond. The kindness and warm greetings from fellow city dwellers, who time and time again remind me of the unwavering resilience woven into the fabric of our beloved community. Even riding the subway, which is sparkling clean now, makes me grateful to be a New Yorker.

But, most of all, I get to cherish the expansive pockets of the sky again in my city, outside the pane glass divide of my windows. Only now, when I look up, Dr. Tyson’s words reverberate deep within my core and serve as an essential truth that while we are indeed part of this universe, the universe is part of us. When I look up, I see myself. I see you. I see all of us.

Maybe that’s why as a child I was so fond of looking at the sky to find shapes in the clouds. Perhaps that’s why I continue to turn my face upward as an adult. Maybe I was seeking connection. Perhaps the sky was, too. Maybe I needed this time to find my way back to our neighborhood. Perhaps we all did.

Everything feels so different now…I hope it stays this way.

Photography by Rakhee Bhatt*

*All photos above were captured from my home windows between April to September 2020. While each image was cropped to fit the allotted space, none were altered or manipulated in any other way.

Originally published on October 1, 2020

 
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