Meeting the Night Sky
Reflection
It’s missing a steak of luck when I fail to step out of the house onto the deck and meet the night sky. The darkness descends with the invite to rest and rejuvenate our weary souls. It is only courtesy to say “Hello” to the night. The night smiles and greets with its dark shawl and, at times, millions of twinkling stars. I go to meet the night without a bouquet or song, yet it greets me with a beaming crescent or a full moon.
The darkness entertains my eyes, and the nocturnal world sends an orchestra of tree frogs and an owl’s hoot from the nearby woods. On other nights, a wolf howls from the hills while our eyes meet on the moon. When I stand staring at the night sky, childhood returns with the nursery rhyme, “ Twinkle, twinkle little star/ How I wonder what you are…” The magic of the stars is not confined to early days; they are rooted in aesthetic being. Those days of star gazing with my grandmother while fireflies played with their tiny lights are alive as if it was only the other day. My grandmother is in heaven now, and the sky bonds us in the invisible thread of love.
When I look out the window and catch the sunrise with its majestic splendor of colors, I wonder what the day has in store. The sky would not have stars then. The night had come with dreams and hopes written on them. The dark world had mysteries of the celestial world, and…
