Sometimes, I think the stars come out at night because that is when we are tired and worn, when we feel threadbare from the demands of the day. Stars ask for nothing (and most pleasures do ask for something; even flowers beg to be smelled). They are the stalwart companions of the insomniac, steadfast enough to guide a ship. The night sky is the largest, most expansive thing I will ever see with my own eyes. I can look out across an ocean, but as the world curves, it turns and hides itself, coyly holding back a glimpse of my final destination. The night is a gift in that way, a brief time when hidden things become visible, a suitcase turned inside-out and upside-down. Those stars, bone-white and unfathomable, are infinite in a way that nothing in my life will ever be infinite. They are beyond me always; beyond the grasp of my mind, beyond the reach of my arms. And yet, all I need to do is walk outside and I can take part in that silent symphony. Always, I’ll have the stars. And never will I ever have the stars. I find this comforting. I find this to be true.
Image by photographer Amy Friend. More here.
Wonderful words,,,,and tonight I will surely go out long after dark and sit awhile with the night sky.
Beautiful ethereal writing and what a magical way to spend some sleepless hours.
Lovely prose
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Thank you so much. I am in a science-geek place myself lately. Nature writing is my passion, so it is wonderful to know that some science-minded folks enjoy it. Have a great day 🙂