I Miss the Stars
Tom, a friend I am sadly estranged from, has described a deep spiritual connection to this place. I’ve never been here before, but I’m not sure that I can say I’ve been here now. It’s nighttime and Matt is driving. Road tripping is great fun, but I can’t say I’ve seen much of the lake or the mountain.
I am astounded by the sheer number of stars in the sky. I’m surprised at myself for this. I grew up very aware of the stars and living in my city I often miss seeing a sky full of stars. The Milky Way spreads itself out across the sky for me. Even my eyesâruined by the green backlight of the LCD screen on which I writeâcan make out constellations long since lost under the lights of the city. The stars showed my ancestors where they were on the planet. Tonight, although supposedly enlightened by the scientific facts that tell me I am in fact looking at my place in the universe, I catch a glimpse of the wisdom of those long-dead navigators and a left feeling they knew a lot more than I do.
Cassiopeia is on the horizon. When was the last tine I picked her out of the countless points of light surrounding her? The Little Dipper is in front of me. Only on a good clear night back home do I even have a hope of recognizing The Big Dipper. Scorpio, Draco… is that Pegasus? Hard to say. I wish I’d paid better attention when I was younger, I search for my old friend Orion but I don’t see him. Perhaps it’s too late in the season for an appearance by the hunterâperhaps he’s just hiding on the other side of the van.
Postscript: I’ve now seen Mount Shasta, and it is really amazing. I think perhaps I’ll have to give Tom a call when I get back to the city.
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now all I need is some
now all I need is some strong coffee..