Janustory Day 25: The last golden orange rays of the summer sunset are fading beneath a clear sky studded with stars while my new fire burns and crackles.
I live in the prairie state and am the fifth generation to do so. Any wonder why I have a passion for skies? The last job allowed me the unbridled joy of experiencing wide open vistas, be it farm country or prairie. Midwesterners seem to have an innate sense of distance. Even when crowded into a subway car, our eyes seek the far horizon. This year, as my friends and I continue our weekly hikes, I will try to pay attention to the sky. I urge you to pause now and again and look up.