My daughter Amanda and the three granddaughters visited a couple of weeks ago.
The sun was down, the moon was out and the stars were twinkling as she loaded Claire, Lucy and Jillian into the van. She commented on “how much brighter the stars seem in the country” as she was leaving.
“They’re here every night,” I told her.
As she drove toward the big city, she told the girls how much she missed the openness and the quiet of the country.