Looking Up

I did something recently that not too many people do, either because they live in cities where it is more difficult because of ambient artificial light or they live in rural areas, but are not aware of the profound experience that awaits them in a few short steps in the darkness from the door.

I walked out of the house, got clear of the trees, and looked up. I used to do this as a kid, but we adults don’t often take the time.

It was a picture window clear night. Speckled tiny dots of stars peppered the cosmos. Galaxies swirled emitting their small pins of brilliant light. The Milky Way shone a path to the universe that only a mind of wonder can appreciate.

Emerson once wrote: “If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.”

I did.