I miss the stars.
We saw them in all their splendor all week long at camp.
I didn't realize I had gotten used to that again. Then I read the facebook status update of a guy who also works with the middle schoolers talking about the stars. And I realized. I miss them.
I grew up under the stars. In a little town, with grass under my feet and a cornfield (or 3) around our yard.
It had it's problems. It wasn't necessarily the ideal upbringing. But that wasn't the town's fault.
At night I would often find myself on the front porch or wandering the backyard, just looking at the stars.
When I came to college I traded the sounds of a coyote howling, crickets chirping, and dogs barking for the sounds of sirens, loud semi trucks and constant road noise. Not to mention the occasional gunshot.
I traded the soft moonlight through my window for glaring streetlights.
After college I moved to a place not so close to downtown and the projects, but one in which I still hear airplanes, sirens, and yes--dogs barking.
But I still miss the stars.
Anthony called me tonight from San Antonio and told me to start thinking of fun stuff to do when he gets home. (besides run into his arms for a kiss, I suppose :))
There's a science museum that has just opened a planetarium in the past year or so.
I think I know what I want to do when he gets back :0)
Until then, I'll have to settle for this kind of beauty: