One of the first things that made me fall in love with rural life was the night sky. That big, black immensity shot through with millions of sparkling stars.
The sky over cities and suburbs or along freeways bears no comparison. The street lights and house lights and parking lot lights and all the other lights turn night into a kind of watered-down dusk where stars disappear and even the moon is a pale imitation of itself. Night in the city is bright (and noisy). Night in the suburbs is gray.
But here, where there is no ambient light at all, here the blackness cups one in, almost cavelike. The blackness is dark and deep and strong.
It could be frightening, except for the "mystical jewels of God" just overhead. Millions of stars, galaxies, constellations decorate the mystery above us with such brilliance, you feel stunned by the beauty. It can actually take your breath away. Comets and shooting stars add a little zip to the twinkling tapestry.
Years ago, when I was simply visiting, rather than actually living in the country, I’d make a bed on the deck and lie there on my back trying to stay awake as long as I could, just letting the universe of brilliant, living lights fill me.
If you long to feel wonder, awe
, amazement, come to the country, where the black-black sky is filled with light.
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