"I saw it, Dad. Now let's go!"
+1 for each different color in your hand.
In memory of Leroy Meyer. His trifocal glasses were partially due to age, partially to account for scarred eye tissue from his childhood. Here he points to the night sky, in awe of the mystery of our existence, enthusiastic to share this moment with loved ones. One of his children pulls at his arm, unable to appreciate the gift of this moment, eager to race to the next part of life.