Big Sky

She lay in the hammock, staring out at the trees, wishing she could see all the way to Montana.

Kayla missed Montana. The way she could see for hundreds of miles, till her gaze met with the unmovable force of the mountains. The quiet summer evenings spent on Juliet's creaky old porch, sucking on popsicles and watching the sun sink below the flat line that was the horizon. The soft whisper of the grass as it shivered in the breeze.

The sky was just as big here, on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. But instead of mountains, her gaze hit...nothing. Nothing waited for her on the other side, as far as she could see. The sea and the sky just went on forever. A lonely kind of big sky.