I've complained about the bitter cold throughout these past few days of early March.
I've grumbled at my dog who's pulled me from my bed too early for his necessary pre-dawn walk.
But then I've walked into the cold and darkness and looked up; and right away my friendship with the sky is new again.
It may bring misery for me to go into the cold before the clock strikes 5 a.m., but did I forget that's when the sky itself is darker than dark; and the stars are brighter and seem closer to the earth?
As I raise my face into that splendor, the universe becomes a part of me and I feel its continuity; and peace.
If age had not brought stiffness to my neck, I might communicate with sky and stars until the daylight shoos them from my view.
Strangely, my big dog appears to share the fascination. Feeling him against my knee, I look down and realize he's looking up into the stars with me.
And I'm no longer irritated at him for the early wake-up call.