the smallest

I forgot what it was like to see a billion stars when you look up at the night sky. When the amount of navy blue sky is the same as the amount of sparkling stars lightyears away from us. It's a humbling reminder, and it's so refreshing. It takes my breath away and makes me appreciate the open space I am bound and determined to have one day. I don't want neighbors. I want rolling land. I'm sick of this urban setting I've been stuck in for the past 3 years and the next 5 to come. I feel claustrophobic and closed in. There are crickets outside my window here, but there's no chorus sung by the bullfrogs or melody of the whippoorwill. The smell of fresh, open air fills me in every essence and makes me feel like new again. I got a taste of it 2 weeks ago and it's all I've been able to think about since. Those stars. My own set of stars they will be one day.