Junius Stone

I see the bright star looking at me. This is the first night in Kabul the haze parted enough to allow me to see them. It doesn't matter that this star is a planet, Venus, I think. I look at this star and know my loved ones on the other side of the world see them, too. I know the light from this world will continue to reach them, no matter what happens here. I know not how this year will go. But the constant of stars under Afghan skies fills me with a confort transcendant.