Writing Challenge: Oct 27, 2017
Prompt: Write about the stars in the sky and what they mean to you
I leave work long after sensible people are snuggled deep in their warm beds. I arrive home far past the time most have fallen deep into sleep. When I pull into my driveway the whole town is silent, dark, and still. The Big town, or small city, rests at the mouth of a canyon, a little higher than the rest of the valley- meaning that the stars are particularly visible late at night.
There are only a few dull street lamps in this same suburban neighborhood. I can stand out in my front yard and see almost as many stars as I would camping in the mountains. I love that. It’s my quiet time. It’s a chance to de-stress, breathe some fresh air, and enjoy the peaceful silence of a sleeping world.
When I look up at the stars- I think of Ally and how much she loved the night. She loved the stillness and silence as I do. She loved the peacefulness that made time feel suspended. She loved the bright stars and moon illuminating a deep, endless sky. When I look at the stars I feel like I’m looking into her soul. I talk to her- feeling like some-how she and the twinkling lights are one-in-the-same. Before she died I enjoyed the quiet beauty of the night sky, but after her passing I hold it with a sweet reverence of a dearly departed friend.