starry starry night

I have been reading a book this week, not that its a new thing but this book was great. Made me think about if I had to write my life on paper what would I want remembered.
One chapter would be starry night.
My best starry nights.
Mountain nights, cool, clear, quiet. stars too many to count.
As a child looking out my window from bed and see just a few stars through the trees.
From the tub at 501 I can see a planet, which one I dont know but so so bright.
The farm, open sky, cloudless, summer nights with Tim in the yard.
Front porch with the Carlton' on Myrtle ave.
My favorite starry night, I remember walking down our road out the mountain late at night with my friend Kathy, so so dark. Until a cloud would slide by the moon and stars so the night would be lit by blue. The darkest night illuminated by small peepholes to heaven. I remember we laid in her yard and just looked up. Watched clouds glide into their places and stars disappear and reappear again.

Stars on snow in Syracuse with my brother Danny.
Stars over warm ocean, and Gulf of Mexico with Andy while having dinner in the Keys. I never felt so beautiful.
Just an idea, a book of people places and favorites. next chapter....
cold rainy days.

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