There is so much peace in driving out through the desert, but I have never been out there in the winter. Sometimes I see pictures with snow out in the sage brush and wonder how it got there. We used to go out in the desert to camp. I loved looking up at the stars at night. Sometimes I would lay there under the jewel bright heavens and doze. Once in a while I'd wake up and look at the stars and I would notice that the Milky Way had swiveled a little. I remember that sort of like a time lapse movie. The nights when the moon was gone were the best.

Looking at star charts, names like Rigel, Pavo, and Alnar seemed to be so exotic and attractive. I loved to imagine what it would be like to travel to any one of them. It was before I knew that the universe is so big that it is unlikely that anyone I know, or their relatives will ever get to one.

It would get cold really fast at night and the bugs seemed to hunt me down right away. Maybe I'll do it again next summer, though it is unlikely that I will ever find out where the snow came from. I like my warm bed too much.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sI8fsi_aJ3c

It is my hope that some day we of like mind will meet out among the stars and drink warm beer together, inshallah