For being able to walk outside and look at the constellations,

I am thankful.

I spend hours outside tracing the stars with my fingertips,

creating combinations astronomers haven't even thought of yet.

My favorite was a dreamcatcher -

although it was a combination of Cassiopeia and the Big Dipper,

it reminded me of all the goals I wanted to accomplish.

I am grateful for the opportunity to achieve my dreams,

and my heart sinks for those whose desires can never come to fruition.

Next to the dreamcatcher I outlined a perfectly rounded raindrop,

even though I may have stolen the belt off of Orion.

I am thankful that I can wash my car

without having to worry about running out of water.

Settled perfectly underneath, my fingers traced their way around a shiny crown.

It was so polished and bright that it reminded me of the motorcycle my dad bought the other day;

he took us for a ride around the city and I laughed at the wind whipping my hair around.

I then traced a box of tissues to use to wipe my teary eyes

as I was reminded that many families cannot afford such luxuries;

and that the motorcycle we bought could feed a hungry family for a month.

I am thankful for the ability to live comfortably, and not paycheck to paycheck.

Finally, I looked at my perfectly crafted dreamscape of constellations,

and I am grateful merely because I can see them.

Many families cannot see the stars, because of air pollution and chemicals.

I am lucky for the ability to imagine,

and to gaze upon the lovely array of constellations in the first place.

I am thankful for many things, but most of all I am thankful for the stars,

because the stars remind me of everything I have and everything I'm lucky not to have lost.