enjoyed the sky and stars so much that I grabbed my pillow and
comforter and slept outside. It bothered me that this thing is
here every night and we always miss it.
Of course, sleep comes
slowly on a bed of solid wood. So I did some more staring. And I saw
movement. The occasional airplane passed over, satellites were all
over the place, the sky itself, of course, was moving unnoticed, and I
even saw a few shooting stars. So this stargazing became not so much
gazing as searching the sky for movement. It wa so tranquil, and
made my brain go to some weird places.
rested on this single idea of looking up and waiting for something.
Living like that could be pretty exciting.