I Miss the Stars
Being back home always stirs this longing for my youth and a yearning for things that I've forgotten to appreciate. Like the old atlas and cash of maps my daddy still keeps. I can't tell you how many hours I spent over those maps, tracing my fingers along the roads, trying to plot out the most rural path so I could catch life...living. Oh, well. Such is life to grow up and forget childish things, I guess.
Sometimes to recapture that nostalgia, I close one eye and hold the moon between my finger and thumb. For a moment, I'm transported back to that star gazing teen of yesterday.