Last night I went out to find the stars. This may sounds stupid to you, because stars come out every night, but near my house there is way too much light pollution so I can only ever see about 20. I was on the hunt for hundreds.
Years ago, junior year of high school to be exact, my astronomy teacher took us on a late night field trip and he called it Star Night. It was out in the middle of no where and a whole bunch of people with telescopes were there set up when we arrived. I couldn’t believe how many stars we saw that night. Since then I’ve always wanted to go back.
Last night I drive around and got lost until I found a dark enough area. I pulled over and hoofed it until I came to an open clearing. I sat down and stared at the sky. As it darkened the freckles of stars appeared as if being dusted of. More and more came out to greet me. I was overcome with awe. There weren’t as many stars as at Star Night but it was still beautiful.
When I looked around me at the landscape I realized the sand-like dunes i sat on reminded me of a place I visited as a kid in New York. I used to call that place “my special place,” and even wrote a poem about it in middle school. I was overwhelmed with nastolgoa and a tear ran down my face.
Sometimes I find happiness, last night was definitely one of those nights.