It’s great. It can be.

I wish I could see the stars from my seat. I’m sitting at my desk, facing the window. Lights blare in from the parking lot view.

Not exactly inspiring. I’m forced to imagine, which is spectacular because I imagine all the bits of space I can’t see. Oh galaxy arm. Oh northern lights. Oh planets! 

Space is great.

Why am I getting hung up on space right now?! Night time madness.