>I went outside a few minutes ago to latch the garden gate (I don’t want deer dining on my spring plants). I’m always a little surprised to look up and see so many stars. I forget sometimes about the stars–the billions of worlds existing elsewhere. I still remember the first time I learned that the stars in the night sky were suns and galaxies. I started thinking obsessively about other life–something alive watching me from another corner of the sky.
I’ve been busy editing a novel and training for a new job. My days filled with work and obligation. I stop to watch the stars and remember those child thoughts–and remember my imagination.