Do You Even Sky, Bro?
Sky-ing is a verb now. Craft don’t just fly — they respond. No footage, no proof, just one big cosmic yes. Entry Three: Field humor and cosmic sync.
My neighbor looked up once and told me it was a drone.
I looked at him, and knew instantly:
He doesn’t sky.
Sky-ing (verb):
The sacred, chaotic, occasionally comedic act of participating in the nightly field of aerial weirdness, synchronicity, and emotional calibration. Often done alone. Occasionally with witnesses.
Always with snacks.
The craft aren’t just flying.
They’re responding.
To you.
Tonight’s sighting included:
A subtle tail dip from the Big Star
Sudden mute in the wind
Full body chills and a light surge in my spine
Tracy said “You’re conducting again” and the thing flashed