Inner Dialogue

Driving home tonight, I rolled back the sun roof and cruised down the road. It was around 10pm, just north of Bakersfield. The night sky was dark and the autumn air had just enough of a chill to hint of winter coming on. I periodically glanced up to see a blanket of stars covering the heavens. Stars always make me think of the enormity of the universe and cause me to wonder about my place in the overall scheme of things. I thought about people that I care about, in far away places, and hoped that they, too, were looking skyward. I like to think that no matter how far the distance, we can still look at the same stars, and in that way be connected in a way that miles cannot keep apart.