It is a wonder they still send astronauts to the moon. Maybe it’s just an unsettled longing to find God in the cosmos but it makes me think, what will you feel when you reach those ***** of gas and fire? How can you travel millions of miles for light when there are over seven billion stars right in front of you?

I once was a dancer and when I moved it felt like flying and falling, beautifully like art. With him, I stood on his feet and we danced around the room, waiting for the late hour to come. And when he let go I remembered those years on that stage when I flew through the air. I must have forgotten how to spin without his hands to turn me, how to land without his arms to catch me. So when I found my old shoes and uniform in the attic, I remembered how beautiful I was before I even had him.