Galactic Symphonies

I was going through some of my late father's old files when I stumbled across his astrophotography. He seriously invested in his telescopes and lenses and took amazing photos of the night sky. 

I remember how he'd be outside during the dark hours between 12 and 5 in the morning, staying however long it took just to take one perfect photo.

And how he'd spend his days with his lenses laid out on his bed, carefully cleaning each and every one of them. It makes me sad to think of all his treasures locked up in a box, going to waste.

He made us promise never to sell them, but we don't know what to do with them. I don't know how to use them, even though I know he really wants me to.

And that kills me a little inside- knowing that I cannot keep that promise.