Tonight, on the way back from ASL class I got out of the car, looked up and found a gibbous moon high in the sky and some of the brighter stars. It still speaks to me – the night sky.
I wonder how many places are left today where a child can lie down in the velvet blackness of the night and look up into a field of stars so dense that you just know there’s someone out there looking back. I can’t remember the last time I saw a night sky unobstructed by light pollution.
Did we dream of going to the stars because we could so easily see them? Reach out hands out to them and almost touch them with our minds, if not our fingers? There are so few places left where the night sky is not paled by our own lanterns fighting off the dark. Perhaps this is the reason the dream has died.