While walking Dave the other morning before sunrise, my gaze turned upward, and it dawned on me that I hadn’t seen stars in awhile. February 2021 saw abundant precipitation in many forms; clouds taking a dominant stance in the skies of Conway, as well as most of the Natural State.
For a moment, I was gripped with longing. There’s nothing that can make me feel so small, and yet so beloved as beholding a glittering sky. Throw a shooting star in the mix, and I find myself totally in awe. Oh, that God could, with just a few puffs, blow the clouds away, like pesky cobwebs clinging to a window, so that I could see more clearly what lies underneath.
Until then, I’ll just have to look at a rendering or two, such as this one of the Milky Way that Kurt shot last May.