Here i am with frosty fingers and wigglyboots after a nights walk to hunt for some starry skies. That’s a rarity around where I live as the summer nights are not dark enough and winter evenings are cloudy. A little gap of rare evenings as today, it’s a soothing sight to catch hold of them wise beings. From a thousand light years away.
How can one in this one little lifetime ever comprehend and to make sense of the fact that one will never know if the stars that one looks unto may have ceased to exist a million years ago, perhaps few might have passed away yesterday or just as I write this now and yet they will continue to glitter for the yet to come million years. Looking closely, a blip that way yesterday might not be around tomorrow. So much magic. What a beautiful carpet of bewitchment upon , or should I say under which souls have celebrated romance, and in that romance recollected the first encounters, first serenades and continue to hold them witness of their marriage and of their dance. These beings saw journeys, battles one in which a collective or a nation crumbled and ones in which an individual won within and out shined the witnessing star itself. A smile to that romance.
How humbling are these experiences.
As I walk alone in these cold pathways with no footsteps ahead, faint lights far away, charting plans of future, contemplating present with frost almost frost on face - this knowledge, of where we stand, where i stand in the street amidst the gaze of these gaseous giants who have seen a million such as myself and will see millions yet to come, this knowledge provides a comforting warmth I can attest to. Knowledge of this minuscule in all paradoxical ways makes the spirit a giant.
Cold hands, back at home and made another discovery of this little gem. foxes and fossils. Contemplating a flight to listen to them live somewhere someday. - under the stars :)