mike described the night sky and ended with, “…and sometimes you can see the northern lights.” the blanket of stars in a deep inky sky are vivid with no city lights. magical and unending, the light from the moon and stars light the tiny island. a smattering of front lights or the warm glow through windows belies the notion that there is no one present on island. instead, it just shows the majesty of the infinity-sky and its luminous spheres, seemingly suspended for our delight.
you can feel it when things start to align. despite one’s tendency to question or even ignore the telltale signs or the pull of gravity, sometimes things are, indeed, in the stars, as the saying goes.
and so, this tiny island with this vast sky will also be our home. and i imagine that we will sit on the beach or in the purple adirondack chairs. we will look to the sky and marvel at the stars, both at their incandescent beauty and how they somehow line up. and we will be starstruck.