The Night’s Sky

CAN YOU REMEMBER that time when you looked up at the night’s sky and gleamed a thousand seas of stars twinkling at you? How did you feel afterwards? Were you drunk with wonder, while your intoxicated imaginations stumbled through your mind; were you still and content with the profundity of it all, or simply, did such sightings make you want to dream a thousand dreams? When I think back to those moments, I feel, not content, nor tipsy with epic imaginations, but rather mercurial—because at any moment my memory might suggest that such apocryphal sightings have been well-worn’d.

I love to count the stars at night—they’re uniquenesses and atypical personalities makes me happy. It’s not unusual to find one star particularly friendlier than some others. For instance, and on multiple occasions, I’ve had one star say, hello, by periodically blinking at me, while another one, grumpy or, perhaps in a hurry to get somewhere, not say anything at all—and just zoomed right past me!

What bothers me, more frequently than disremembered dreams, is that such hair-raising moments might never, ever last forever. And this is a real, legit fear of mine—you have no idea! Trust me, I realize that, in this rigid relationship of I, the author, and you, the viewer, only words are capable of paving the type of imaginative roads that will truly lead you to see the many residencies of the aforementioned in my mind. But the problem is, that words, sometimes, can lose their reverence and emotive-utilities when trying to convey something as oracular as the night’s sky. So, with all that’s left are these futile words of mine, I guess when I say that I stare at stars, irregardless of their friendly or hurried personalities, and how I always worry that our moments together will become irrelevant, you have no choice but to take my word for it.

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream,” wrote Vincent Van Gogh. In other words, and in plain liminal language, Vincent Van Gogh believed that staring at stars made you dream a thousand dreams. Is that true for you? When you thought back to when you stared at the night’s sky, could you remember if the constellations of stars provoked you to dream a thousand dreams? For me, I would not claim certainty like Vincent Van Gogh, because I think to do so would be moronic and oratorically reckless, but my opinions of stars in the night’s sky, despite how mercurial they make me feel, does run feverishly similar to that of Andre Norton, who once wrote; “There’s no night without stars.”

Main photo from Unsplash and taken by photographer, Alex Bartha


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