I’ve been stressing about school again. And you’re shocked, I know. But I promise I won’t be as long-winded about it this time as I was a week ago. I shouldn’t be taking a break from my studying to blog at 10:30 anyway. I have Logic at 7:30 in the morning. And a presentation to give at 9. And a quiz at noon. And a Biology exam at 1:30.
Yep. Now I’m depressed.
Well, not really. I was depressed and frustrated about fifteen minutes ago because I can’t decipher this stupid syllabus, but then my brother interrupted my negativity to tell me the stars are gorgeous tonight. So I put on my rain boots over my PJ pants and went out in what’s left of the snow.
Outside the ring of porch light, the sky is inky black tonight. The Moon is small and clear and bright. She hangs above Orion, whose bow is drawn to loose an arrow at Taurus. Sirius the Faithful playfully bounds along, ever at Orion’s heel. Cassiopeia, the Queen, watches over the hunt with her menagerie at her left hand, Lion and Bear. All this rush takes place boldly, so vibrant it almost quivers with energy. So swiftly you can nearly see the wheel of sky turning. Such wild reverie, and not a trace of chaos. Such motion, and not an ounce of commotion. Such commanding power, never making a sound.
Suddenly I feel small. And that is good, because if I am small then my mistakes must be small indeed. I feel clumsy in my slushy boots, gawking at the Dance above me. And that is good, because if I am clumsy, then I can admire grace. I feel completely incapable of comprehending this Ceiling. And that is good, because if I cannot comprehend, then I can wonder.