Last night,

I looked up at the sky, and all the stars splayed across it like...oh I don't know, what new way can there be to describe the stars?  I feel like every metaphor, every simile has already been spoken for those little wonders.

I found myself thinking how the sky looks the same for everyone, no matter their location.  It is a constant in our lives, no matter who, no matter where, no matter when.

From the very first time you looked up in wonder and contemplated is there more? to this very moment, that sky that hovers above us has never changed.

I'd like to simply state that observation without interpreting it or relating it--just leave the thought to stand on its own and perhaps provide a moment of reflection and yet...it's just not my nature!

This observation made me think of how small so many of our problems actually are in the scheme of things; that no matter what is going on down here on earth, the same sky is watching over us, calm, vast, and brilliant.