I miss the stars
Feb. 29th, 2008 01:21 pmI know that sounds weird, but I realized last night that I really do miss the stars. I was talking to
darkness_d, and she was telling me how she went outside to smoke and saw the Aurora Borealis and Cygnus (the "swan" or the Northern Cross). I got a picture in my head of both of them, and it made me really sad to realize that I haven't seen a constellation in years now.
Now, granted, she lives like way north. The Aurora isn't even visible from here, lol. But it should be, because it's awesome. Anyway, my city's not even very big, but we've still managed to do enough damage to our immediate environment as to make virtually all the stars invisible.
Don't get me wrong, I'm far from an environmentalist. I personally find it a bit arrogant to assume that humans are able to do enough damage to the earth to harm it irreparably. Nature owns its own, but still, we shouldn't be as careless as we are.
When I was younger, I used to climb out my bedroom window at night and up to the roof, where I'd sit on the little ledge outside the attic window and compose in my head. It gave me peace in a household of pain, and when I looked at the stars I felt quiet inside. I never felt that way otherwise, and although the stars were faded even a decade or more ago, they were still there.
They probably still are, I just can't see them. My eyesight's gotten worse, so I wouldn't be surprised if I just can't pick most of them up anymore. Still, when I go out of the QCA and into corn country, I can see them bright as they ever were. It just makes me sad, somewhere inside. I used to write letters to the stars asking where I should go, now I feel like I should write asking where they've been.
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Now, granted, she lives like way north. The Aurora isn't even visible from here, lol. But it should be, because it's awesome. Anyway, my city's not even very big, but we've still managed to do enough damage to our immediate environment as to make virtually all the stars invisible.
Don't get me wrong, I'm far from an environmentalist. I personally find it a bit arrogant to assume that humans are able to do enough damage to the earth to harm it irreparably. Nature owns its own, but still, we shouldn't be as careless as we are.
When I was younger, I used to climb out my bedroom window at night and up to the roof, where I'd sit on the little ledge outside the attic window and compose in my head. It gave me peace in a household of pain, and when I looked at the stars I felt quiet inside. I never felt that way otherwise, and although the stars were faded even a decade or more ago, they were still there.
They probably still are, I just can't see them. My eyesight's gotten worse, so I wouldn't be surprised if I just can't pick most of them up anymore. Still, when I go out of the QCA and into corn country, I can see them bright as they ever were. It just makes me sad, somewhere inside. I used to write letters to the stars asking where I should go, now I feel like I should write asking where they've been.