I’ve always loved stars. I mean the actual stars in the sky, not celebrities. The clear sky is a stunning picture of past places and future explorations. Stars are simple, pure things of light, new and old. Full of wild stories and beauty. They make up pictures for us to point and stare at. The pictures show the epic tales of heroes, of lovers, of life.
I also love space overall. The planets, perfectly lining up with the sun, each spinning at its’ own pace, taking its’ trip around the burning, fiery sun. And I still believe Pluto is a planet, and it always will be in my heart, because otherwise, a huge part of my childhood would be incorrect, and I just do not think I can accept that yet. Or ever.
And we as humans explore these places, wanting to know more, because we want to discover the unknown, the vast darkness. We fly rockets, spaceships and rovers from the Earth to try and explain what these planets and stars are, and we have a constant curiousity for what makes the planets and stars up, what makes them look and behave in the way that they do.
And sometimes, I wish I could look at the stars every night, because they are calming. Yet clouds and storms hide the stars from my eyes, and I rely on pictures to sate my hunger for the bright lights beaming down from the sky. But it’s never the same as seeing the real things in the dark, stunning sky.
So, how do you feel about space?
Have an amazing week! xxoo