I was just outside, looking at the stars. G and L have expressed a wish for us not to smoke inside, so I go out to do that. Given that I've taken to chain-smoking lately I'm out there a lot. It's getting cooler now, but I don't mind. I like the fresh air and I love looking up at the night sky.
Tonight there's not a cloud in the sky, so the only thing that limits my view are the leaves of the trees above me. The stars are shining so brightly that I almost feel that I could count every single one of them if I had the time. I was thinking that I could almost reach out and grab one. Then my mind wandered to what I'd do with it. I could keep it by my bed as a beautiful night light... I could set it into an amazing piece of jewellery and wear it around my neck... If I collected a handful I could give them to all of the special people in my life so that they could look at them any time that they needed to remember how brightly my love for them burns.
You forget, when you live in a city, how beautiful the stars truly are. Just as you forget the sounds of nature... Just as you forget how good fresh air tastes. You forget about how wonderful lots of things are when you see them everyday. It takes missing out on them for a while to help you appreciate them.
Like the people who mean the world to you... The world AND every single star in the night sky.
I miss you, guys.
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