As I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, I love traveling. New sights, new sounds, even new smells. The chance to experience another life from the inside out, even if only for a week, and gain a new perspective on the world. It’s a precious gift BrightSide and I have shared for years now.
But there’s a joy in the returning home, too. It feels like sliding out of a cool ocean and crossing warm, soft sand. This is clearest when we move between extremes, returning from a busy trip or crowded city. We step back into our lives, and this is what I see.
Hawks and vultures soaring overhead, feathers outlined against a clear blue sky. Deer passing through the neighborhood in groups of three or four. And stars…stars as far as the eye can see. More stars than I ever imagined would hover above our home, along with a planet or two.
There’s nothing quite like coming back to crystal clear starry nights after a week of bright lights, big city.
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.