Leonid

My thoughts seemed to come as more of a continual epiphany this morning(4am) when I laid out on a random blanket found on the couch, and walked to the park next to my house to revel in the meteor shower. I stared up into the cooling constellations while looking at Leonid's fragments lighting up the sky. I should clarify this, and explain that in the end I only saw 3 shooting stars(meteorites) and was utterly freezing the whole time, but I've come to terms that it is in rare moments like this that life can become clear. I hadn't stared at the stars in years and it was in this moment that I started to feel that the glimpse of innocence I had been missing over the years was never too far away. I stared at each speckle of light and could tell I hadn't seem them in years, hadn't impressed upon myself that this was just as beautiful as it had always been. It is something to cash in on lately, to have some sort of constant to rely on.

I can always remember laying on hills as a kid (my feet toward the top of the hill, with the blood rushing to my head) and looking at the stars. If you could get to a point where there weren't any trees, or any excess in your sight but purely the sky, it was beautiful. It was in these times that I felt like I became the only medium between the stars and the ground where I laid. I was touching both at the same time, infinitely distant, yet cosmically connected. I was consumed by constellations and watching the stars blink along with myself.