I’d like to see the sky again
They call it ambient light.
When the sun goes down and I’m sitting on the mooring, the water dances with it. It’s quite a show. Wouldn’t give it up for the world really.
But it’s man made light. Somehow not pure. Stretching the day, squeezing out the night. Having a purpose, but…
There are some who have never seen a crystal clear night sky full of stars. It seems like an eternity since I have.
Yet I can remember that last time. It was in New Hampshire. A cool night. Inky dark, but for the stars not dark at all, like a night should be. And there was a pond, still, like a pond should be. The Milky Way was strewn across the sky in its entire splendor, stars so close they almost touched. Yet each one clear and bright. And when I looked down into the water there they where, all over again. I in the middle.
Alone, quiet, in awe.