Stars Above
No matter where we go
How far we fly
Walk, drive, or dream
What new adventures we seek
From the middle of the rainforest to our backyards,
The stars are always there
Stephen Hawking said,
“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet”
So go somewhere, anywhere
And look.
It’s easy to forget what stars look like, easy to remember only the tiny pinpricks of light we see living day-to-day in cities. But then, kilometers and kilometers away from any sort of town, you find the Milky Way and moon in a competition to see who can blaze the brightest and it becomes impossible to tear your eyes away. So you lay on blue tarp and spend all night staring at the stars.
Middle of the Amazon, Peru.
Home is where the heart is, and to me, also where the stars are. From my porch, my front yard woods frame the light-speckled sky best during a moonless night. And just a two-minute drive down the road, an open green offers a perfect parking spot to sit atop my Subaru and lose myself in what lies above. With the car music still on and the headlights off, I drown in the seas of the Milky Way.
Photos from Etna, NH
It’s the wet season, they tell us. It’s supposed to rain. But the skies are clear enough, and the closest thunderstorm is only at the horizon. We lay in a haphazard formation on the beach. Getting sand in our hair. The smell of bonfire still in the air. We spend hours like this, laughing, wishing on meteors, and getting lost in the sky.
Photo from Phuket, Thailand
