Noticing how few kids point at jets anymore makes me ponder our gaze shifting upward
Back in the day, any plane overhead had us all squinting, debating if it was a shuttle or just a commercial flight. Now, my niece barely looks up from her tablet when the ISS makes a visible pass, and that kinda bums me out. Our local library used to host packed model rocket workshops, but last month's event had maybe five attendees. With SpaceX launches becoming almost routine news, the everyday magic seems to have faded here, even as access to space has exploded. I wonder if the frontier feels too distant now, or if we're just overloaded with terrestrial noise. Still, catching a glimpse of Jupiter through my binoculars the other night gave me that old thrill. Maybe the key is fostering those small, local sparks to fuel the next giant leap.