I watched the International Space Station fly over again tonight. As I scanned the western sky, she leaped out from behind Venus and arched over my house, a thing of shining beauty slipping between clouds, stars, and silhouettes of trees. She passed from the muted blue of dusk through the gradient into night, and I smiled. In her wake, I felt hope. I felt peace and inspiration, and the wonder that Ray Bradbury had awakened in me when I was a child.
Nature’s beauty is always there, but sometimes it takes a pinpoint of light to make me look.