The whole family gathered around the fire for our seasonal burning of dried cornstalk. While my brothers and sisters were captivated by the swirling glow, my eyes were captured by the sky. Beyond the field of golden rye, a buzzard circled the pasture.

He again awoke from his dreams about the stars in the night sky and the “others” who were constantly watching over him. “Dreams are sometimes messages from the unknown parts of this strange universe.” his mother would tell him when he was younger and still learning.

Vanessa Barton dreamed of seeing her father who was in the military. It had been almost a year. It was the only thing that she wanted this year. She was at airport but didn’t see him. “Where is he” she asked.