Some field trips you forget by Monday. The planetarium wasn't one of them. The lights went down, the seats tipped back, and the dome filled with more stars than the sky had ever shown you at home. Somebody in the back row said it before the teacher could shush him: far out. Nobody laughed. Everybody agreed.
Those two words covered anything too big for a normal one, from a comet on the evening news to a friend's older brother's stereo. This tee stacks them in big, groovy lettering with curly swashes in copper, cream and teal, made to read from across the backyard.
I made it for the folks who still step outside when the sky does something special. Some things deserve the full two words.
