The snow fell gently on the ground in the middle of the night. It’s funny you don’t think about snow in the middle of the night because everyone is sleeping. This is when all the strange things happen. On Tuesday I think it was the snow that fell quietly on the ground. I could not sleep and I paced the bed room because my head was on fire thoughts and feelings. This was very unusual for me because I always slept like a baby. This night was different for some reason as I looked out at the falling snow in the moonlight. I felt drawn to the open field just outside my house so I put on my long black wool coat and boots. I walked out there to look up at the bright moon in the sky. I saw the night sky and I felt the past. The past with all the other people who had looked up at the never ending and ever changing stars. The stars move ever so slowly but they move. I wondered what the sky had looked like when my lost loved ones had looked up. Then I Imagined what my ancestors and their ancestors saw in this beautiful night sky speckled with dying stars that some had gone out and yet they still are glowing in the night sky. They were so bright that not even death could stop them. This made me think of my mom who had died but I still felt her light. I looked up at glowing embers of the universe that glowed so bright and felt sadness that comes to us who live and love in this universe, even stars. I wondered what the night sky looked like the night my mom died and realized the sky was changing constantly. Nothing is exactly the same. An asteroid moved a little and some blackhole ate a planet. We never look at the same sky but we can see the effects of who was once there. It won’t ever be the same but it never was the same before. I watch stars keep on glowing and if you look long enough you will finally see one go out but you might just see a new one glow in the night. You’re given a new sky each night and you can fade in despair because of your loss or you can accept the new sky and look for the beauty that is there. We are like a dead star still giving off light and we have a limited time to glow and fill the sky with light. The sky cannot despair but must glow with brightness every night or we would all lose our way. So don’t despair and glow with joy because you are the universe. You can choose coldness or kindness.
Amelio's Palace of Stories 