I did not really want to go. In fact, my best friend practically dragged me along. It was our yearly church CIY trip and this year we were camping.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love camping. What I don’t love is bugs and pitching my own tent. So naturally once the sun set, I was tucked away into my sleeping bag with a bottle of bug repellant tucked under my arm.
It wasn’t until I realized that things had become entirly too quite that I resurfaced from the tent. As I held open the flap, I peered out, half expecting a bear to be lurking nearby. But there was no bear, only silence.
Everyone was looking up. They seemed mesmirized by whatever was above them. I pulled on a pair of sweats and crawled out.
It was as I looked up that I realized what they were looking at. I too was drawn in and could not look away. The sky was the darkest I’d ever seen it.
Billions of stars shined their way through the drak blanket. There was not a sound to be heard for miles, except for the crickets. There were no street lights, no car horn, or jet engine.
It was just us and nature. I have no idea how long I stood there looking up, but I can tell you it could never be long enough. It was so peaceful.
I still remember that night. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Living in the city, I had forgotten that stars could even shine.
So every night as I look out my window and see few, if any, stars, I remember that out there somewhere are billions just waiting to be seen. As I remeber that night, I can still feel the stillness of the night and hear the crickets churp. And for now thats all I got.
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