Memory & Dream

When I was a teenager my bedroom, on the second floor, had no curtains.

On a clear night I would stare out from my window looking up at all the many stars. And wonder.

There must be life out there. In all the millions of stars there had to be people like us. 

I wondered. Are they just like us?

With all our joys, hopes, fears and dreams.

Maybe they’d figured it out. How to live in peace. In harmony with the world they called home.

The possibility was there. Right outside my window.

I’m searching for a way to give you a moment.

A window.

To wonder.