The sight of the stars is a different kind of beauty than we’re used to. It’s not as sexy as a woman’s long luxurious legs. It’s not as heartwarming as a child’s soft simplistic smile.
When you’re in the big fluorescent city you can usually only spot a few. The brightest ones, maybe five of them, if you’re lucky. But when you’re in the country, all you can see are the stars. Everything else seems to disappear.
And all the while, with the sky full, you can’t quite make out those five stars. You’ve misplaced them. You start to wonder if you ever really saw them in the city sky. Maybe they were just a figment of your imagination. Maybe, in your mind’s eye, you really wanted to see them. But while you’re in the country, with probably thousands of stars right above you, your mind can’t stop wandering back to those five stars.
You look up and see the North Star. You take solace in the fact that this, the North Star, being as bright as it is, must have been one of the five city stars. Finally, your mind is at peace, and you gently close your eyes, the cool wind flying through your hair and brushing against your still face.
