When I was a child, my father, sister, and me would sit atop a carport turned makeshift playground, in our apartment complex, and we would simply look up at the night sky. During this time, I learned about satellites, stars, and even planets; I also learned that there is so much beauty if you simply look up from time to time. I'd have to think that these times were probably some of the most educational/meaningful times, I had as a kid.

In the summer of 2006, I spent a few weeks looking up at the summer sky and wondering what life held in store for me, in this gigantic world of ours. I remember the nights being gorgeous and the days seemingly painted on the sky, with strokes of sunlight and color. Perhaps it was just where my mind was at back then, perhaps it was the company being kept as well, either way, it was one of the few times, since my childhood, which I can remember consistently looking upward and being in awe of what the sky had to show.

A couple of weeks ago, I walked out of a bar, not due to anything other than the overwhelming feeling that I needed to escape. As I moved from the bar's corridor and closer to the street, I found myself mesmerized a by what was taking place above me, a mixture of light and darkness, a mixture of my past and my present.

The picture taken was beautiful in that it reminded me it's still okay to look up from time to time.