As far as stars are concerned, (in New York) we usually see less of the celestial and more of the celebrity type. Yet one evening, in good ol’ Brooklyn, I took to gazing and was amazed at their sheer, simplistic glory. Sans obstruction from cloud cover and light pollution, I basked in the vastness; aware of the immense distance between us but nonetheless enthralled by the visibility. It made me think of the beauty in vulnerability. Unmasked, uncovered, connecting. People that were formerly a ways off (and may still be physically) remain visible. And hence, able to be embraced. The unfathomable becomes tangible. As I reminisce, I’m reminded: “Don’t miss the beautiful.”
It’s never too far away.