The stars last night were brilliant. After several days of rain and tremendous wind, it was refreshing to look up into the black sky with twinkling lights. It made me feel pretty small, but at the same time, immensely grateful. Can anyone looks at the stars and not wonder? I think the sense of wonder is a good attribute to foster. I remember when my granddaughters were toddlers, going places and doing things with them was such a joy. Everything looked more exciting through their eyes. Things I normally walked by, unseeing, were occasions for stopping and exclaiming over. Even the dust motes floating in the air made eyes sparkle. I want to recapture that wonder and brightness of seeing things anew. I never want to tire of gazing at the stars to marvel at the vastness of the universe.