I had truly forgotten what they looked like. I mean, really looked like. Unpolluted by the light and smog of bustling cities. Shining and sparkling more clearly than ever through the cold winter air of northern New England. The shapes they make in the sky are easy to make out when you can see so many of them, even the tiniest ones that must be many more millions of miles away than the others. Surrounded by the scent of pine trees, I gazed at them for a few moments as I stood outside my mom’s house on this little dirt road, tucked away even in a small town, lit not by street lamps but only dimly by the light emanating from the few houses set within these woods.
Not being able to fully enjoy their beauty all this while has made me stop and stand in awe, once again, of God’s amazing power and beauty. Oh, may I never forget! But if I do, God, please remind me once more.
