In The Middle

In The Middle

Tonight, the sky is clear and full of stars. It’s 13 degrees.

I walk with the dogs in the deep fresh snow. In the dark my house seems framed by the milky way, the warm light pouring out onto the snow from the windows doesn’t dim the glow.

Looking up, I see the darker reaches of the universe and I realize that when we die, that’s where we’ll go.

Not bad, I think as I call the dogs back and go inside.

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