Shatuga

I thought about taking the time to drive up somewhere to get a better view, but instead ended up walking out to the golf course.   It’s a nice walk, though the November air had a bite to it.  About 38 I suppose.  But with some really cozy socks and a nice overcoat, hat, gloves, and the extra long scarf my sister in law knitted for me I was toasty!  Rounder, my mom’s dog, kept me company.

I found the darkest place I could manage in a place surrounded by street lights. One long strip of shadows from trees stretched across the grass, and I spread my blanket to lie down and gaze at the heavens. The dog was as clueless as I as to what to expect.

There is wonder in the stars.  Wonder and mystery and perspective.  The unfathomable mind of God stretches out to infinity, whole galaxies reduced to tiny specks of companionship.  They’re there.  With you.  Whether you’re looking, or not.   You know.

The Leonids gave one magnificent gift to me – a slow burning arc across the sky – some lone traveler’s last heroic gasp.  Was I the only one to say thank you? How ridiculous the notion.