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As a small child I lived in the country, in a big old house beneath huge trees. I have vague memories of patterns of light and dark beneath those trees. I think that is when I fell in love with trees and light. After my dad got a teaching job on the coast, we moved into a small town outside of Houston. On weekends we went to my grandparents. It was so much fun. My cousins were there and we either played in the gully or roamed the cow pastures and fields. I miss that so much.

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This past week I felt trapped by my suburban life. Actually I was feeling sorry for myself. Waaaah... Last night when I went to my car, a brisk wind was blowing and I happened to look up. There above me was the wide, clear sky. The north wind had blown all the pollution and dust out of the air. Stars shown down and I saw the great dome of the night. Joy flooded into me. How had I forgotten the sky? It is always there, bigger than anything on this earth. Whether it be night or day, the sky gives me perspective and helps me remember that beauty can be found if only I will look. I breathed in the cold air and enjoyed the breeze that brushed against my face. It was only moments but I felt that I had reconnected with the little girl inside of me. And she laughed with delight!