Aug 15, 2019
Why is it that I stare at a sunny day but dream of star filled skies? To feel content staring at the trees bathed in the muted hues of moonlight & darkness. I feel so small yet so endless, gazing at the twinkling stars that are ages away. Feel the slight chill in the air and pull of the moon? The vast cosmic beauty simply astounds me with the endless galaxies and their brilliant shades of bright colors. We believe we know all their true wonder but only know a mere fraction of their complexity. It is but a mystery that feeds a curious mind like mine