This reflects my heart today, perhaps more than when I originally posted it two years ago.
They say that you can’t really, truly star-gaze in the city (or the suburbs, for that matter), due to all the extra lights and smog, but I think I beg to differ. Sure, it takes my eyes ages to adjust out here, but I’ve already spotted the Big Dipper and Cassiopeia.
It’s beautiful. Wondrous. The constellations are easily seen, even by an untrained star aficionado like me, which makes me wonder why exactly God picked those shapes when he was setting them in place. Why a ladle? Why a “W”? What’s up with Orion and his special belt? Andromeda?
All I know is that out here, where the noise is limited to the distant traffic, the wind brushing up against the trees on its way to wherever it goes, and the occasional wind chime, peace overwhelms. You know, the kind of peace that you can feel, as in physically? Where…
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