The Whole Wide of Everything (in brief...)
Sitting on a bench, Jane could see the whole wide of everything. It started with the fields that waved at her, tall grassed blowing gold in a soft breeze. Next came the trees that hedged the field in, tall and stately, dappled green. After that rolled the hills that went on and on; until they stopped. For next came the horizon, revealing the rounding of the earth, sloping to reach the sky. The sky turned bluish black and out came the light of the stars, beckoning her to dance among them. And among them and beyond lay space and... well, that was all there was, really. But, sitting as she did, a bit cold in the night air, it felt like an awful lot.