Tuesday, February 28, 2006

follow the shiny light

Each night, I go outside with Franklin the dog and look up at the sky. Most nights I see stars up above. I assume in less electric-based times, folk looked up at the stars more than we do now. In the city, our lights block out the stars. And who has time to look at the night sky, to make some comparison between where we stand and look, and those other places?

What can be more unknowable then these reflections, or burning suns, in places we will not visit?

The dog, of course, is oblivious to the stars. He smells the ground. He hears a distant siren and howls a bit or barks at a shadow across the street. I look back up at the lights in the sky. That one must be a plane, its light moving quickly across the sky.

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