Comet in the Sky

NEOWISE; the name of the magnificent lantern in the northern sky, passing through our solar system with unparalleled beauty. Trails of vapor follow close behind the 5-mile wide object of dust and water, etching a contrail into the atmosphere like no plane ever could. Only visible for these few weeks, NEOWISE will soon disappear for nearly 7,000 years, gracing the airspace of other planets as it passes by. The layout of the stars becomes so familiar to the observer’s eye, that no new item such as this could ever go unnoticed. Like Indian paintbrush and its cardinal hues, standing slightly taller than neighboring wildflowers. This unique visitor before our eyes and cameras seems to have put the world on hold momentarily, just as the total solar eclipse did a few short years ago. Of all the mysteries to ponder, why is it space that pulls us together so tightly?

At a day’s end, we are all human. We breathe air from the atmosphere, we are survived by Earth and her resources. We look up at the same night sky, and warm ourselves under the same sun. Though our mentalities may differ, drastically it seems, a comet above our heads makes us alike. Perhaps it is the unknown, the presence of infinity, or something greater? We may never know.

I love space and I love admiring the stars and naming constellations, but I do not wish to dive any deeper. The science behind the universe and beyond is simply too much to comprehend sometimes, but the stars we see have brought people together since our establishment on Earth. Staring up at a comet may only last a few short minutes, but in that time we are human, together.

I wonder where you’ll go. I wonder who will find you.

 
 

At Home Here

The essence of moving water is overpowering; a total drowning of every sense in the body and mind. It is meditative in the way that nothing else matters, all is swept away with the current. Your thoughts are no longer audible, your mind is at peace. Like staring into a flame; so familiar, repetitive, but primal and somehow almost always irresistible. Hours elapse, maybe even an entire night. Still nothing has changed. Repeating cycles so simpIe and inexplicably human. For this is why I envy the harlequin. He experiences this purity by day and night, year after year, spring after spring, a life so perfectly coupled with water. He is at home here.

I could hardly hear the camera shutter, I didn’t want to. I wished for that moment to last forever.

A Glimpse Into Their World

Delving into the world of a rail is something that is seldom achieved; comparable to that of the deep ocean, or high arctic. We know fully that it exists, yet it remains a true mystery, out of sight and mind. The sora is a bird that fits this niche, living a secretive life amongst rushes and cattails across the far reaches of North America. Its distinct calls ringing out at dusk and dawn are likely the extent of which our senses will ever interpret, that is, unless a sora let’s you into its world.

If only I could let it into mine.

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