Star Light, Star Bright

Prince Charming was a huge astronomy buff.  He loved space, stars, and planets.  He even made his very own telescope.

There were many nights I’d find him just standing in the back yard looking at the stars.  And he’d tell me the names of the stars and the planets and point out constellations to me.

I am not a huge astronomy buff.  I know the Big Dipper and the North Star.  Because of Prince Charming, I know that the red spot in the sky is usually Mars.  The really bright thing is Venus . . . or Jupiter . . . I can never remember.

I loved standing in the back yard with him looking at the stars and listening to his descriptions.  I wish I had paid more attention to what he was saying . . . yes I realize I say that a lot . . . I was just so happy to hear his voice . . .

I told you that story to tell you this story . . .

It’s been cloudy, dreary, yucky winter weather here for a while.  I usually go from the house, to work, to where ever I’m going and not pay much attention to the sky.  Except to grumble about the rain, the snow, the clouds, the very cold wind . . .

Tonight was a little different . . . I was hurrying home from my haircut appointment.  Thinking the dogs are going to be mad for having such a late supper.  Wondering what I’m going to fix myself for supper.  Looking forward to watching a couple of episodes of “Blue Bloods” or “Corner Gas” and doing some cross stitch . . .

I don’t know what made me stop and look at the sky . . . but I did . . . and it took my breath away . . .

The sky is clear (for a change) and it wasn’t horribly cold . . . and all the stars were out in their glory . . . I stood on the front sidewalk and just stared up at the sky for a while . . . the neighbors must have thought I had lost my mind . . . but for a few minutes I swear I could feel Prince Charming standing right by me . . . and I could imagine hearing him say how beautiful it was and telling me which star and which constellation I was looking at.

And suddenly the drab dreary winter didn’t seem so drab and dreary . . .

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