A Star-Studded Tour

I went traveling. It was good to get out of the city, away from the hustle and bustle, distant from all those people. It was good to take a break, get some fresh air, see some wildlife. It was good to hear the birds chirping, to feel the wind on my face.

It was good to see the stars.

I really liked the ones that were whizzing by, speeding their way across the sky. Even if they really weren't stars--since I'm still not sure I believe these scientists that tell me what stars "really are", I still think that they might truly be stars not satelites or meteorites or snowflakes migrating as the weather begins to change. It was good to see the stars, and I saw many of them.

But then, the weekend ended. I had to head back into a much more populated area, I had to again surround myself with like a billion of my closest friends and a dozen or two people I simply don't even know. I had to go back to work and leave the stars behind. But it's good to know that they're still there. I'll make it out to see them all again someday, not just the ones that are screaming for attention.

Unless the rest of them fall out of the sky. Then I'll just have to figure out which museum's housing them thesedays.