06-13-2009, 10:34 PM
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This, truly, was a perfect place to watch the stars. There were no trees to block the sky for miles, and the sound of the ocean in the distance provided a rhythm to one's thoughts. Furthermore, the sky seemed darker here than anywhere else, wrapped like a curtain around the shoreline and letting only the light from the stars in. The moon, though more than half illuminated, sat close to the horizon, as if watching its children play from a distance. Yes, the night was about as perfect as it could be, and stargazing was a good way to cap off a wondrous day.
Hemming lay sprawled in the sparse grasses, his hands folded beneath his head. He felt as if each worn out muscle was sinking into the ground below, finding rest alongside the seedlings. Amber eyes flitting across Ursa Major and her young cub, he contemplated the histories of the stars, rather than the myths created for their constellations. It was hard to imagine that Vega, looking so peaceful from so far away, was really a place clotted with dust. Two stars hurtled around each other in nearby Andromeda, forever chasing tails. From such a distance, worlds of detail were lost. |