I went outside to take this photo tonight and I looked up at the sky and counted on my fingers what time it was where you are.

3 am. You're in bed and I'm still working my way through my evening. I still can't wrap my brain around the fact that you get the day before I do that when you text message good morning to me, your morning is long gone.

Sometimes, I think of these things and I smile.

But sometimes, I think of these things and I have to just be still.

I dont have any tears left.