When I think of my dad, I remember him always looking down. Every time he walked anywhere, he looked down. Once I asked him why he did that. He said that you never find treasure (money) by looking up. It's always on the ground.
I've always loved the night sky. I like sunshine and blue skies. I like rainy skies. I enjoy snowy skies. But I L-O-V-E being out at night, looking up at the moon and stars.
The other night was a beautiful early autumn evening. After a walk with my husband, we sat out on the patio enjoying a fire in the chiminea. We talked and immersed ourselves in the beauty, peace and quiet of the evening. I put my head back to look up at the stars. Unexpectedly there was a shooting star with quite a long tail. About five minutes later there was a second one. It was magical. What a gift!!!
I guess there are as many definitions of "treasure" as there are people defining it. Dad found his treasure by looking down. I found mine by looking up.