Here in the west the night skies are indescribably breathtaking. As I wander out each morning around 5:50am, to take Bailey for her morning duties, above me is a canopy of brilliant stars, some bright and large, some small and soft. The community I am in turn out their exterior lights at night letting the dense sky showcase millions of crystal lights sparkling against a black palette. Really, folks, they don’t twinkle – they just grab your soul.
Who knew there were numerous small stars below Jupiter? Each morning, I gaze at this wonderful array and wish I knew more about astronomy. Maybe I will enroll in one of the many courses offered here. High in the Mountain is the ghost town, Jerome, a former mining community turned tourist attraction, nestled in a depression – it too glows like a jewel, another morning treat. When I stand all alone (well I do have Bailey but she is sniffing other interests) it is as if the sky is there for me alone and I selfishly treasure it. I know no better way to start my day!
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