Staring at the night sky, I feel lucky.

To witness such a truly wondrous site.

Giant orbs of burning gas.

Uncountable numbers of them.

So unfathomably far away.

Some of the light is ancient.

Travelling hundreds or even thousands of years to reach my eyes.

Not all of the stars I see even exist anymore.

It makes me feel small and big at the same time.

They’re always there.

Even if they aren’t visible.

A constant.

I am lucky.

I am blessed.

M3