Last night Stephen and I were out putting up the chickens, the moon had not come up and the stars were out in force. We watched a couple of military jets speed across the sky and talked about where, exactly, in the sky you could find the constellation of Boris the Constipated. As we turned back to the eastern sky there was a bright yellow low in the sky. It burned brighter and broke in two. These two lights then jiggled a bit in the sky and went out. It all lasted about two seconds. What an awesome sight! There may have been another 200 people in an area where it could be seen and out of that number maybe another 10 that were either outside or looking out a window in the right direction. Maybe these things happen all through the night within sight of our house, but we are sleeping or inside eating. I don’t know, I just know that my oldest and I got to see something very neat and unique last night. Seeing stars is a small part of why I wanted out of the big city. I hadn’t given much thought to seeing falling stars.
This also brings to mind a conversation with Mitchell this past summer. We had been at the ranch for about a month and one night we were outside. I think we were unloading the van. The night was pitch black and Mitchell looked up and made the comment that now that he could all the stars he finally understood how significant God’s promise to Abraham was that his descendents would be as numerous as the stars. In Grapevine there weren’t all that many stars to see and the promise seemed chintzy. In Coleman the full extent of the promise made God bigger and better in the eyes of a 13 year old – a bigger and better reason to move out of the city.