My family goes camping...all the time. I love LA, I love the city, but there's something the mountains offer, that home can't-stars. There's something about stars, when I tilt my head back and take a deep breath, my mind goes blank, but my thoughts are endless. I get the feeling...that God painted the skies for me..I know it sounds selfish but for me it's a reassuring picture of "everything's going to be okay." And the fault in our stars? There is none, not if you look deep enough.
