Stars.

There is something about a clear sky full of bright stars that really gets to me. It makes my spirit tingle to think that this sky and these stars I look at, are the exact same ones those who came before me gazed at, and will be the same ones those who follow me will see too. It makes me feel mysteriously connected to all spirits who walk this earth. I can feel it as though it were electricity running from my fingertips to my toes.

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Tonight I was doing the dishes. I had just cleaned out the fridge so I had a few suspicious looking Tupperware to dispose of. I knew if I left the inhabitants of those Tupperware lingering in the trash can all night long, in the morning my house would be dripping with stench. So I took the bag outside to the trash cans.

As I stepped out my back door the stars nearly knocked me over they were so beautiful. The air was cold, but so incredibly refreshing. I stood in middle of the yard for awhile with my head and eyes pointing up. I swear I could feel the fresh brisk air cleansing my throat and lungs. The moon looked like a juicy lemon wedge in the dark night sky, and Orion greeted me so boldly I literally felt I could touch his belt.

As I spent these moments out in my yard adoring the sky, my mind flooded with memories. Memories of me as a kid doing the exact same thing with my Mom and Dad. I would often beg them to go on night time walks with me.

Walks which in summer we would feel the warm air on our arms, and smell the sweet scents of laundry exhaust and freshly cut grass. Walks which in winter our noses inhaled crisp air, and we could see our breath as we exhaled. Walks where we always spent long moments staring up at the stars. Walks were my Dad would help me find Orion and the big and little dipper, and my mom and I would look for the north star. Walks where we too, felt connected to it all.