Biked home late after the heavy rain today. It was exciting, fun and strangely beautiful, orange fluffy clouds, jet black sky. I don’t remember when the sky had ever seemed so clear, maybe some forgotten camping trip when I was a kid. I do remember the feeling though, something I haven’t felt for a long time.
There was a moment when, looking up, I caught a glimpse of Orion moving through the trees and was filled with awe at the grandeur of it all. For an instant I caught the perfect view and it all seemed so immense and yet so immediate, not apart. As though it was me out there being looked at. Still biking I kept trying to find a gap in the trees thinking I would stop and really look at it, take it in, but it didn’t come, then there were too many other lights glaring in my eyes and I knew the moment was gone. But not lost.