Monday, December 28, 2009

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The sky was alive in the night. It was purple and pink and pulsed. I told my scientific mind to be quiet, the mind that knew it was just the snow reflecting light back up into the heavens. Sometimes, I look out across the city or out at the stars and try and reach out to your mind. And my scientific mind again says that stars are long dead and we're just seeing the fleeting embers as the light finally makes it back to our world. I don't like to think that even if I know it's true. I prefer to believe that we all sleep under a blanket of pure love and light and that the glow in the dark stars in my room are as real as the ones in the heaven. And if I listen loud enough, even in the coldest of winter I can hear the love songs of the cicada, or, even better, the gentle sound of you asleep.

Photo - N
Words - S