I am surprised that I can see the sky.
I can see the Big Dipper, and the Archer, and even the Northern Cross.
I am surprised I can identify them after so long.
When I looked up, dipping my neck back in eagerness, like I once did as a little girl, I felt like I had friends.
Old friends from a lonely childhood. Like people I used to invite to my own tea-parties.
In my quiet time, I used to look up from my house balcony and peer into star maps, memorising and studying things I knew nobody else really thought was important.
But I pondered existence. Way back when.
It’s profoundly beautiful. You think you could never feel that way again, and cynicism calcifies your bones.
And then, there it is.
I felt like a little girl again.
And now, with my grown-up-girl phone, I shall use Google Sky Maps, to learn more about the stars. My friends.
And the universe.