Lights In The Night Sky

I saw a firefly tonight.  This amused me because a little thrill of excitement went through me when I saw it.  I felt like a little kid, collecting them in a jar at my grandfather's house.  This brought back some very fond childhood memories.  I was also reminded that it is much the same feeling that I get when I see a shooting star or a comet.

I was trying to figure out exactly what the draw is for me with these lights in the night sky.  I am drawn to other forms as well.  For instance, I love going up on a mountain side or high ridge, and looking down on a city at night.  I love the shimmer of a city at night, like Las Vegas, or New York City.  At the same time, I love the dawn, where pure darkness is broken by the solitary light of the rising sun.  

Is it the contrast?  Is it the sparkle?  Is it the stirring of my soul and imagination as I look at it, and wonder?  I am not sure exactly.  Maybe because it is all of these things.  

Nearly every night I take some time to go outside and look up in the sky.  A friend of mine remarked on this habit tonight and I told them that it was much like coming out to say hi to my friends in the sky each night.  I would miss them if I did not visit with them... And it is a different group that gathers each night.  While it is the same stars each and every night, I see and hear something new each time I look up at them.

They tell me the time is drawing near, to put my mind at rest.  The time is very close, to draw my eyelids shut... And forget about my worries and woes.  They tell me all is well with my world.  That they will watch over me, my loved ones, my friends.  Standing guard in the sky until the new day dawns, and the sun comes and chases them away.  Only to return, faithful and true, without fail the next night.  I know on this I can depend.

Yes.  I love the lights, any lights, in the night sky.