Starry Night

In the front yard after dinner last night, Benjamin flipped a toy onto the roof and Bryson decided it was time to take a little field trip. He went to the back yard, acquired our ladder from the shed and one by one, we mounted the roof top. I have a tiny, tiny, tiny fear of heights. I would probably do much better if I could just close my eyes and feel my way up, but my better judgement never allows me to shut my eyes when I'm that far off the ground. So, I have to breath through it. The way down is always much more terrifying.

So there we sat, the entire family of four, on the peak of our roof, looking down at the toy and

the rest of the world. Bryson showed us how to lay on our backs and let our skin and clothes catch on the shingles to hold us in place. We examined the clouds and the setting sun and found the thin atmosphere above our heads as it began to unveil the cosmos and a single star, just visible, shining down.

The toy was rescued and we were off the roof and back to our evening routine before dark. Bryson was the first to descend the ladder followed by Juliet, then me(I needed the most help) and then Ben, who wanted to stay until the end and feel what it was like to be alone on the roof. Sometimes world travel can be achieved right in your own backyard. (Especially when you're six.)