We step outside just before dawn,
the air cool enough to taste the recent
and generous winter rains.
Billions of stars scatter across inky black,
so many I imagine them
as a silver faerie mantle
draped lightly over the flowing crown of Mother Earth.
I name a few—ones learned long ago,
small anchors from another life.
Chris stands beside me, lengthening his spine,
awakening his body into the imminent day,
and says quietly, It really does put things into perspective.
I nod, feeling the smallness he means—
not as despair, but as relief.
As if the sky itself had exhaled,
and we finally remembered
how to breathe with it.
Beyond what we can see,
the universe keeps unfolding,
layer upon layer,
each pulse of light a reminder
that we belong here—
part of something far greater
than our own small radiance
returning its shimmer to the whole.
~ NASA Hubble photo
I imagine you really get to see the stars shine way out there!
We do. Plus the big island does not allow light pollution because of the observatories on top of Maunakea. 😊♥️
Splendid!
I feel that way at the beach. In the city, the planets and the moon are what keep me company. But they are good company. (K)
Yes indeedy, they are. 🙏♥️