An early morning walk, a night of rain that left the grass shining with water droplets illuminated by the rising sun, as bright as little stars. “Look, mommy – the stars fell out of the sky!” Lucas cried as we looked out at the sea of glowing grass. I thought of the Greek myths that told of loves so strong, the only fitting reward was a permanent place in the heavens.
Not all the stars came down to visit for this piece: the three constellations I love most are still floating in the sky, waiting for the sun to arrive…can you find them?