A Puppy in the Snow

 My puppy looked very majestic on our walk through the snow today, so I thought I would share:

 

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Thoughts from 40,000ft

 Watching the world fly by from the window seat is incredible. From this height I can see the beginning of the curve of the earth and the ground seems so far away. Are we closer to the stars of the burning heart of the universe or the stars of fabricated and fickle electricity? Can we drag them down to us? The winter haze has set in across the surface, blending the horizon to a dark smudged line, where ground and sky are indiscernible from the other. And above that? The vast expanse of inky sky with blazing stars flickering in their dance across the sky. I see Orion and Cassiopeia, and the tail of Ursa Major just touches the horizon, connecting the mortality of humanity to the immortality of stardust. We travel at 600 miles an hour, but everything seems transfixed by the unblemished view we have of the cosmos. I wished on every star I saw, more than I could count, and on the ones I couldn’t see. The stars made me weep and wish for your warmth, for your hand in mine, your voice in my ear. Do they look the same where you stand? I float above the clouds, while you are stare up from the ground.