Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Custody of the Heavens

The stars don't belong to me. They sure have been bright in these clear skies. I find my eyes shooting skyward, but have been able to spend so little quality time looking up that I feel like I've lost that starlight.

There was a time I would've been happy to just sit and stare. I probably still would. There's no time for all that, though. Too many other concerns steal time.

It feels like the heavens belong to the next generation. They're young enough to not think about the time spent looking up. I should let them have the heavens.

I don't want to, though. They don't appreciate it. I do.