I just spent an hour looking up at the night sky in Yosemite. Never before have I seen something so magnificent. So grandiose.
The blanket of stars reminds me of that game we used to play in gym class as kids. The one with a red, yellow, blue striped parachute. We’d swish it back and forth in the air, almost like creators of the world. At once, we turn towards each side, give a nod of approval, strike the parachute down, remembering to envelope ourselves inside.
We look around grinning, amazed at this world we had just created for ourselves. It was our world. It only took a couple of seconds for the think fabric to wrinkle down.
The stars look like that. They remind me of the stripes. It’s odd that there is additional depth to stars though. Two stars could appear beside eachother, but be lightyears apart. Moreso, some stars cease to exist by the time I get to view them.
Stars flicker. They shoot. Something so vast and dead, yet so charming and lively. I like stars.