Stars

I just walked outside, looking in my car for a book (of course it was in my apartment). I notice how still the air is, and hear only crickets and assorted other animals making the usual night noises. I look up at notice the stars. Where I call home, it's far enough from the cities to see some stars. But not like back home, in the country. Years ago, when I came home, I would drive out to this semi-deserted road, stop the car, get out, and stare up at a canvas of stars. No matter how cold it was, I'd go out. Or, I'd just step outside of my grandmother's house. Looking up, and seeing the vastness, always put me in my true place.