Night Sky

It’s amazing how the story of man, of us, of me, can be retold through the shifting night sky. The stars. The heavens. A testament to something so much bigger than us, yet permeating every fiber of our being. And as I look up tonight at the lonely moon, the moon looks back at me, slowing down to tell me my story. The long contrails of a passed jet linger just to the right. Almost as though a fateful torched arrow shot at the heart of the sky just missed its hopeful target, sailing past and leaving nothing but its skewed trajectory. I can only stare. Dwell. Think to myself, “Yea, you’re right. It was just like that…”