After I drove home from rehearsal tonight, I stood in the driveway for a moment and just looked up at all the stars. It’s a clear night out there right now, and there are lots of stars visible. I’m fascinated by scenes like that. It amazes me that each one of those teensy little white dots is a huge ball of flame (or gas or light or whatever the hell stars are made of. Gimme a break, it’s been 18 years since I took astronomy.)
Then, after a moment, I realized I should probably stop staring, and walk inside. ‘Cause you know, I’d hate for the neighbors to wonder why the crazy lady is out looking upward for no apparent reason.
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