Lately, to both my relief and irritation, I’ve been spending a lot of time on my own. There are a number of reasons for this, but suffice it to say, it’s true.
When ever I am walking or riding my bicycle around, I’ve found that I have a chance to think. And tonight as I was riding back to school from my house, I found myself in one of those delicious patches of darkness that inhabit every corner of my town.
I looked up at my favorite of God’s inventions: the stars, and suddenly a memory sparked in my head.
It was christmas time, and Millie and I were walking along the streets of Portland. She was taking me to a secret spot that she and Krista had just discovered. I looked up to try and see the stars, and I found that they had been scared away into hiding by the city lights.
I would like to say to everyone who grew up in a city, you have my deepest sympathies. To grow up with out the experience of stars is a terrible tragedy.