Decades ago, my first beloved and I used to drive out to the rural part of our county, late on weekend nights, and cruise the backroads while listening to our c.b. Whoever was not driving was able to look out at the night sky, which was not obscured by our small town's lights---which was just a small glow east of us, far too distant from where we were to have any effect. The stars seemed close enough to touch---I admit that is a cliche, but to a couple of adolescents, inexperienced as we were, it seemed like a fact that we had just discovered for ourselves.
Agreed. And, in my old age, I am trying to recover some of it. I have allowed our world's parasitical culture, and the constrictions of a corporate career, to corrupt my own sense of it---and now, before my time runs out, I am trying to enjoy some of that early thrill again.
One advantage as I get older is that I care a lot less about impressing people or being cool. That at times can really allow for some wondrous moments of inspiration.
Thank you! Few people address the heartbreaking loss of the natural night sky. It's been an issue for me for many years and I wouldn't be surprised if "Seraphim are in mourning". It's obvious you have witnessed a true dark sky without our garish artificial light "cancelling out moon and stars" to write such a moving, eloquent ode to what we have lost. An essential poem.
thank you for reading and commenting. Yes, it would be nice if more people occasionally turned off more lights. Staring at the stars and dreaming is such a wonderful pastime.
Decades ago, my first beloved
Decades ago, my first beloved and I used to drive out to the rural part of our county, late on weekend nights, and cruise the backroads while listening to our c.b. Whoever was not driving was able to look out at the night sky, which was not obscured by our small town's lights---which was just a small glow east of us, far too distant from where we were to have any effect. The stars seemed close enough to touch---I admit that is a cliche, but to a couple of adolescents, inexperienced as we were, it seemed like a fact that we had just discovered for ourselves.
Starwardist
adolescent innocence is the
adolescent innocence is the stuff of legend and wonder. I miss it greatly.
Agreed. And, in my old age,
Agreed. And, in my old age, I am trying to recover some of it. I have allowed our world's parasitical culture, and the constrictions of a corporate career, to corrupt my own sense of it---and now, before my time runs out, I am trying to enjoy some of that early thrill again.
Starwardist
One advantage as I get older
One advantage as I get older is that I care a lot less about impressing people or being cool. That at times can really allow for some wondrous moments of inspiration.
Thank you! Few people address
Thank you! Few people address the heartbreaking loss of the natural night sky. It's been an issue for me for many years and I wouldn't be surprised if "Seraphim are in mourning". It's obvious you have witnessed a true dark sky without our garish artificial light "cancelling out moon and stars" to write such a moving, eloquent ode to what we have lost. An essential poem.
thank you for reading and
thank you for reading and commenting. Yes, it would be nice if more people occasionally turned off more lights. Staring at the stars and dreaming is such a wonderful pastime.