Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens

I was on the sofa this morning drawing and wondering what would the air/space around me look like if I could see it? The heat kicked on and warm air floated into the room. The cat wandered by leaving a slight ripple in her wake. I shifted position and felt a whisper of air move.
This brings me back to an old interest in the spaces in between things, the spaces around us. An old interest not fully explored.