He stepped out into the moonless night and saw the dusty
yard before him, lit by a million stars. He had never in his twenty-eight years
of looking up seen a sight like this. More stars than could be counted, more
stars than could be grasped. And the stars twinkled
– red, yellow, blue and brilliant white shining their colors on the earth
below. Until tonight it had always just been a nursery rhyme, but tonight, ah!
Tonight showed that the sky was here first and words would always be a vain and
dim attempt to capture their dancing beauty.
It’s that sight, that face, the star in the eye that cannot
be calculated, cannot be explained, cannot be reasoned. It’s the half moon
shape of her eyes when broken in a smile that hurls expectation and stardust to
the ground, striking, enwrapping in a wordless cloud of wonder, then dancing,
dancing across the sky.
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