somedays all i do is watch the sky
yes, i have an addiction to the feeling i get when i look up at the sky - day or night. what else is new?
what's not new is how i feel when i do it. [check my tags for proof.]
what i'm trying to do now is explain why it hasn't gone away. the addiction, i mean, not the sky.
and i believe that it's because the sky is ever-changing. it's always new, and fascinating.
it's also not something i know oodles about. i mean, yeah, at times i'll see clouds and think, cumulus. cumulonimbus. cirrus. stratus. and on summer nights i automatically seek out the big dipper, and occasionally i'll look at the moon and try to judge what phase it's in. but i don't memorize constellations or star patterns, and i'm not a big meteorology buff. so it's got that aura of wonder about it.
the night sky is like a window to the universe. it makes me feel so small. when i'm by myself, laying on my driveway, staring up at it, it's like i'm the only person awake. the only person alive. and i relish that alone time. it makes me feel like i can make a difference, and i can make no impact at all, at the same time.
i should probably get some sleep. it's 3AM. [i must be lonely.]
i want to read portrait of the artist as a young man again. i just reminded myself that the main character (i even forgot his name - man i suck) ended the book with discovering his theory of aestheticism. seems quite interesting to me at the moment. maybe i'll wikipedia it. no. sleep is necessary.
what's not new is how i feel when i do it. [check my tags for proof.]
what i'm trying to do now is explain why it hasn't gone away. the addiction, i mean, not the sky.
and i believe that it's because the sky is ever-changing. it's always new, and fascinating.
it's also not something i know oodles about. i mean, yeah, at times i'll see clouds and think, cumulus. cumulonimbus. cirrus. stratus. and on summer nights i automatically seek out the big dipper, and occasionally i'll look at the moon and try to judge what phase it's in. but i don't memorize constellations or star patterns, and i'm not a big meteorology buff. so it's got that aura of wonder about it.
the night sky is like a window to the universe. it makes me feel so small. when i'm by myself, laying on my driveway, staring up at it, it's like i'm the only person awake. the only person alive. and i relish that alone time. it makes me feel like i can make a difference, and i can make no impact at all, at the same time.
i should probably get some sleep. it's 3AM. [i must be lonely.]
i want to read portrait of the artist as a young man again. i just reminded myself that the main character (i even forgot his name - man i suck) ended the book with discovering his theory of aestheticism. seems quite interesting to me at the moment. maybe i'll wikipedia it. no. sleep is necessary.