In response to this post by Ruth at Synch-ro-niz-ing.
Amazing... Living so close to the city now I am happy to see a couple of stars and recently Orion's Belt, but you brought me back to days growing up in a small town where the only bright lights I knew were the stars blanketing the sky.
The first poem I wrote when I was 5 or 6: Under the dark are the stars, under the stars is a tree, under the tree is a blanket, and under the blanket is me.
The other place you brought me back to is last summer in Maine where I lay in the grass with my nieces and nephews staring up at the twinkling sky.
Thank you, Ruth<3