My love and I went to the picture show this afternoon. On the way, we passed an HEB. And in the parking lot of this HEB, I saw a healthy-looking man and woman walking to a vehicle. The man walked the woman to the passenger side door, opened the door, and helped her in. I smiled very largely at this. And when I got home it was dark. The night is clear and cool and I could see the beautiful stars shining from their lofty thrones. I love to stand in the driveway and look up into the clear night sky. There aren’t lights here where I live, out in the country, so I could see millions of billions of stars—big ones, small ones, strong ones, glittery and shimmery ones. It all seems so vast and I feel so tiny in comparison. I feel, when I look at the stars, that my life doesn’t matter amongst so much beauty, but I know that I, with my tiny and insignificant life, contribute to that beauty. And that made me feel wonderful.