The eyes of Texas are upon you.

Or, I see the moon and the moon sees me.

I'm home. The place I grew up that was devoid of lights except for the stars and our neighbors. Aka--my aunt and uncle and my grand parents. We had space for exploring. For creating. For counting the stars. It's easy to forget that when you move to a city--or, in this case, as the city moves to you. Slowly the lights are encroaching on this space.

But when I got to town on Thursday night I found this. I thought it was gorgeous.