The first time I had the pleasure of witnessing the glory of a star-filled night sky, I was 18 years old. I had just moved away to college.
I was in the country, for a retreat, away from all the lights of the towns and city, I grew up with. In that little town the stars were the lights. I was awed, and had that feeling we all eventually experience when you realize you are just a speck in the great cosmos. I was humbled and grateful.
I now live in the city once again, and the stars are mostly muted by artificial light, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to see who has shone through.
I would like to be the star that shines through the artificial light.