The Moon

You cannot look up at the night sky on the Planet Earth and not wonder what it's like to be up there amongst the stars. And I always look up at the moon and see it as the single most romantic place within the cosmos. 

I miss your rural skies

Stars. Can I ask you what they are? Living in the city, I don't get to see these beautiful blinking fairy lights in the night sky. A friend told me, they look like fireflies only they burn brighter against the glowing black satin behind layers and layers of serene clouds above our heads. Sometimes, when it is specially dark, stars light up so much their brilliance are mirrored from our dilated orbs. It's so surreal and it makes anyone wants to reach up for one, keep it in our hands for warmth and pocket it to bring home and keep them in a jar. 

Orion

Some stars fade and some shine like a glowing light bulb. Each of them has its own unique shape, level of brightness and size. Some stars are bigger than others and showing they are the king of star. Sometimes, many stars appear at once above the dark somber sky, and they look like rice grains flowing above out into the galaxy, into the alien world and feed them. As we watch these dust like particles slowly swimming above our head, we begin to raise our hand and wanting to touch them. 

Esthetics

I would call them beautiful, but even that wouldn’t do its justice. This is something you can’t describe or tell anyone about to share the experience, not even something you can capture in a photo. You can only know by experience, only seeing them through your eyes will you be able to see the beauty. Stars are just shiny silvery-blue dots in the sky, so why are they so pretty? What makes it different than dots of light shining through little holes on a black paper? I’d never figure it out. Maybe it’s the reality of it.

The mystery. 

Home

I passed through the heavens, supernovas and galaxies exploded into my vision with endless color and energy radiating off them. So close to my warm honeycomb skin. The heat was immense yet my body embraced its beauty and power. I could feel the pulse of the energy coursing through my veins. I never felt so home. 

Celestial

I found the darkness strange. Living in the heart of a city, I had grown used to having the warming, orange glow of street lamps outside my window, their light filtering in through the gaps in the curtains. This was a blackness that I couldn't recall seeing before, one that was almost absolute. When I tilted my head skyward I could see clearly millions of bright stars dotted on the black canvas of night, it was exquisite. 

Beyond

As night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars. Owen always felt that this was closer to the truth of who we are. He wondered, if we were nocturnal would we feel more connected to those far away stars, perhaps sensing the fragility of Earth all the more. To him the night was when the curtain was pulled back, when we got to see out of the window we call "the sky" to the universe beyond. 

Starry Night

Stars light the sky like snowflakes in the night, yet appear still, like an old photograph. Jessie smiles, feeling the wind blow her hair into a tousled mane. Were she out there in space, riding the limits of the known universe, they would be a choreographed blizzard. How the stars would move, the galaxies tumble and dart. But for now, with her arms around the branch of a windswept tree and her head leaning gently on the bark, the starlight kept its familiar pattern. The constellations, who'd witnessed centuries and millennia just the same, watched over this tiny moment. 

Illumination

Perhaps it was drugs, or likely the head blow Adam gave me on parting, but the stars above glowed large like street lamps. Each one was more of an sallow yellow orb than a brilliant pin-prick of white. Once gravity had brought my body horizontal to the wet grass the starry night was all I saw, all I cared about, it was as if Vincent Van Gogh himself had returned to paint it. 

Telescope

Noah was a starry night enthusiast. While others flicked channels for soap operas and drama, he planned the best locations for any given weather pattern. As the daylight faded his car was packed with telescopes, a folded chair and a flask of tea. Nothing would keep him from the stars; they were his relaxation, his obsession, his connection to the universe that fascinated him so. 

Please do not touch the Art

Without her eyewear the sky above belonged in the museum of modern art right alongside Van Gogh's starry night. The light radiated from every star and her distorted lenses twisted it into gleeful patterns. Returning the starry night to constellations of pin pricks was simple, but her glasses would be staying right in her pocket while she took in the sky above.