Icarus watching

Abbi now in Oklahoma

Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders? And even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I should fade in the strength of his stronger existence. For beauty’s nothing but the beginning of terror we’re still just able to bear, and we find it so bewitching since it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible. From The first elegy, RM Rilke

Its an empty house without the noisiest person. But we must look forward and maybe this is the way to go, Oklahoma style: