I was just outside letting the greyhound take her last pee of the night, and waking up the horses to give them all a carrot (they always seem to be slightly irritated at being awoken, and then suddenly extremely interested in a sweet treat, and then highly competitive in vying for the largest one).
And stopped, as I do almost every night, to admire the beautiful night sky.
(Another advantage of living at 5,000 feet far outside of most city lights).
But tonight I wondered.
It is beautiful because it is what I see?
Would it be less wonderful if I were capable of seeing more?
Yeah, I agree.
Time to get to bed.
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