I love that the darkness — the sky with its myriad blinking stars — 'hums' rather than twinkles to us as we lie awake in our sleeping bags gazing up at eternity.
Winter sharpens the sky on clear nights, and I often wonder if the stars express more than exquisite beauty.
January 16th, 2023 at 10:08 am
I love that the darkness — the sky with its myriad blinking stars — 'hums' rather than twinkles to us as we lie awake in our sleeping bags gazing up at eternity.
Winter sharpens the sky on clear nights, and I often wonder if the stars express more than exquisite beauty.