I can’t explain where or when this adoration for the night sky and everything beyond it started, nor do I think I could ever find the words to properly do it justice. It’s always been this way and most likely always will be. The best part though, is the older I get, the more entranced I am by all of it. I’ve gotten older and begun to understand a minimal fraction of the things that space holds but no matter what I seem to understand, I always end up amazed.
There have been plenty of nights where I should be sleeping and instead find myself outside, lying in the road with my eyes to the sky. That’s all it takes-those silent nights where the world and the sky are all mine-to make me happy. I can’t help it, I really can’t, and I’ll probably have the worst neck one day, but no matter where I am or what I’m doing, my eyes are always looking up.
The other night NASA launched a rocket going to the moon and thanks to the clear skies, the whole east coast of America could stand outside and watch the launch. I bundled up and sat watching the feed for an hour, waiting until it was time to go outside, and when the clock ticked down to 11:35, I ran out to prepare myself. Standing there in the cold, wrapped in a blanket, my laptop the only light and the countdown from the feed the only sound, I held my breath and looked up.