Finally. As I stepped away from our late night mallow-roasting ritual, my eyes left the fire glow and invited the clear dark sky to open. It's entire soul was swallowed by tiny pricks of fabulous light. Covered. Like a blanket of diamonds. It took my breath away.
As my eyes adjusted more to the black brightness, I could see sand, stretching from one horizon to the other, just behind Piney Ridge. It was the Milky Way. I stood in a planetarium of real life. Trying to stretch my sight to see it all at once. Impossible. So I picked a spot, and watched eternity stare at me.
For a tiny moment, I felt myself up there. On one of those diamonds. Looking down, or up, on our little fire pit. An intimidating reminder of how small I am. An overwhelming permanent photograph of infinity. Incomprehensible.
Gagillions of stars to stand on. Which one do you choose.
I can't sleep. I want to go lay on the wet ground and watch again.
But the cold intimidation is yelling at me to get in my covers. So I'm just writing about it instead.
Mmm. And I want another mallow. I reached roasted marshmallow perfection tonight. Perfectly tanned all the way around; a gooey marvel with a crisp crust. It's an art. Someday I'll share.
4 comments:
Beautiful. Everything looks breathtaking in the picures and it would be great to see the night sky in real life. Someday.
That was so beautiful! You have a gift of helping us to feel exactly what you feel and what you see. I want to be there too just to have that same experiance. How lovely would that be.
That was beautiful. I could almost see it through you.
ToOdLeS,ShEiLA
I would so love to see something like that in my lifetime. I've always been a stargazer...
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