(OT) I Saw The Stars Dance Last night

[Michele 1]

It's cold outside. I wrap up well and venture into the night. Hoping my neighbors don't decide to call the cops, I stretch out in the courtyard, place my pillow under my head, and begin to wait. The moon has set, but there is lots of ambient light from the streetlights. I feel the cold, damp concrete under my back; my nose has gotten very cold. But a pillow cushions my head, and I settle in. I wonder if I will see anything, I am still in the city, I didn't make it out into the desert as I had planned.
Peace comes stealing back into the night. It is about 2 a.m., and not too many people are driving by on the street. I can hear the hum of the freeway, not to far away, but I can hear the night more clearly. It is different, laying here in the dark, beyond what I usually know. The night brings a silence to the world that, upon listening, is not so silent. I hear the raccoons rambling around the yard, rustling through the bushes, hunting the big black trash can, cornering it, making sure it can't roll away. They pounce. Crashbangsplat there it goes, and I hear the chittering of the raccoon family, having a feast on refuse. Well, I'll clean it in the morning, I think. I just hope that the raccoons stay occupied and not come see this lump in the courtyard, this lump that is me.
The sky is gray at the edges of my view, as the clouds come creeping in. Stalking the rooftops, the misty haze surrounds the night, blurring the stars, making outlines indistinct and soft. The air, even though it is cold, is gentle. I look into an open spot, a spot not yet occluded by the gauzy clouds, and see deep into the universe. I look as far as my eyes can take me, deep into the black, studded by many stars, some which I can see but more which I cannot. I am in a light-polluted city, and cannot see the utter beauty which is only hinted at by the patch of clear. I identify Orion, and find the box that is Pegasus. My eyes roam the night sky, looking for friends. There - there is Saturn, and now, I see the faint red star that is the Eye of the Bull, Taurus, on the western horizon, barely visible. I reach with my mind, looking, feeling, seeing, the harsh blackness that is space and through which Earth spins, dancing the eternal dance, circling the sun. It is not kind, this blackness. It is not gentle, nor velvety. It is stern, unforgiving. It is cold, and beautiful.
It has been years since I spent time at night outside, and I wrack my brain, trying to remember all the things I knew as a child. Which star is that? And is that a planet? What about - no, that's a plane.
I wait, patience running low, cold seeping through my skin and deep into my bones. I wait for the stars to dance for me. I wait, huddled under my coat and in my sweats, I wait.
And there - splashing across the sky, flies bits of light, green, blue, yellow, pink - the meteors are here, the stars are dancing. They come from all directions, sailing through the darkness, slicing open the black like brightly colored knives. Like a child throwing sand into the breeze, the meteors scatter in the solar winds. They flame as they enter the earth's atmosphere, showering the sky like a kicked log at a campfire. There - I see a fireball, watch it as it flies through the night. I am holding my breath. It's tail stretching behind it, marking the path it came from, I watch the star shoot through the night sky, from one end of my vision to the other. I see this magnificent sight, bluewhite, and then it bursts, explodes, disintegrates right before my eyes. It blazes a path on my mind. It burns itself into my memory; it buries itself in my heart.
It touches me, somehow, this meteor, in it's final moment of existence. It reaches me, and shows me again the wonder I knew as a child. The wonder of the Universe, the vastness and the greatness that we live in. It reminds me that the world is not only what I see as I trudge through my daytime life, and hide indoors at night. It demands my attention, insists that I throw back my head, and remember, as a child, the Bigness of it all.
Hope you all had glorious weekends!
Ciels-
Michele
"What of the dreams that never die? Turn to your left at the end of the sky".
~e e cummings~

[nimbus 0]

The universe is a wonderful thing, is it not? I only saw two Leonids, due to cloud cover, but they will stay in my mind forever. I sat out in my courtyard, wrapped up, the wire door closed on the cats who wailed at me to let them out into the night too, and turned my face to the sky. I sit out there sometimes and just watch the stars & planets. Sometimes I'll see a shooting star or a wandering satellite or piece of space junk, but last night I saw two Leonids, just two, but they were beautiful. Big and bright and burning.
I had a dream about the Leonid shower before I woke up at 3.30am, and the wine-dark sky was dotted with tiny silver streaks, but the two I saw above my house were even more beautiful.
Damn those clouds. Still, it was great to see the meteors even through the light-haze of a capital city... all of our progress couldn't dim them.
"My god, it's full of stars..."
p.s. Michele, I should have some cute pictures of your kitty-cats in a day or two!

[SkyDekker 1,123]

See, I missed the meteor shower, actually I kind of forgot about it, till someone mentioned to me that they got up in the middle of the night to watch this wonderful shower of meteors.
But now I feel like I was right there...thanks Michele and Nimbus
SkyDekker
"We cannot do great things, only small things with great love" Mother Theresa

[jfields 0]

Sadly, the whole DC area was socked in with heavy fog, so no meteors for us..
Justin
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[Strynx 0]

Lucky you! Southern Ontario (cdn) was full of CLOUDS :-( the only show i saw was on T.V. the F*&^*er also said it was the nicest since 1960 something.
" Let me dance with the stars so i know i'll fly forever "

[freeflir29 0]

It was pretty cool...even if I wasn't quite as "enhanced" as some of the others around....LMAO
"Shut up Dummy!"- Fred G Sanford

[homer 0]

Sniff Sniff very well put. It was foggy that night and I had to work. Yet, I was making jump money so all was well for me. The stars are always dancing in my head.
"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket...." what movie is this opening line from.
Blue skies and bright stars

[Alienangel 0]

It's cold outside. I wrap up well and venture into the night. Hoping my neighbors don't decide to call the cops, I stretch out in the courtyard, place my pillow under my head, and begin to take my pants down. A crust has formed between the skin and the fabric, like icing that has set. I feel the cold, damp concrete under my butt; my hairy cheeks have gotten very cold. But a pile of porn mags cushion my head, and I settle in. I wonder if I will see anything, I am still in the city, and have a fine, new pair of binoculars as I had planned.
'Karen' comes stealing back into her bedroom. It is about 2 a.m., and there's a few local sluts making there way to bed now. Hmmm. I can see her shadow moving in the lamplight, not too far away, but I can hear the laboured panting of my own desire more clearly. God, I haven't had it for AGES! It is different, laying here in the dark, beyond what I usually know. Normally I have to pay for an experience like this. Illegal voyeurism brings a bulge to my pants that, upon observation, is not very big. Damn it! Well...it IS cold, I guess, and, being a kick-ass skygod, I have balls the size of Saturn, at least! I hear the hookers rambling around the alleyway, rustling through the bushes, hunting down a big black geezer with a wallet full of cash. Cash for love...Rented love. Poor bloke, I know how he feels. They corner him, making sure he can't roll away, although he is pretty fat, so it's possible, I guess. They pounce. Crashbangsplat there it goes. He's blown his load already! Not exactly value for money, but whatever. Well, I'll clean it in the morning, I think. I just hope that the whores stay occupied and not come see this lump in the courtyard, this lump that is me.
The sky is gray at the edges of my view, as the clouds come creeping in. Stalking the rooftops is my new past-time since evryone at the DZ found out what an arrogant, sick and twisted bag of shit I am. I have no girlfriends there. But I don't care - none of them wear enough makeup for my liking anyway, the lezzers, I muse, as my desire grows. The misty haze surrounds 'Karen's window, blurring my pervy view, making outlines indistinct and soft. I look into an open gap, a gap not yet occluded by the gauzy curtains, and see deep into her boudoir. JESUS! I look as far as my eyes can take me, deep into the room, the walls are studded by some kind of kinky leather bondage gear! Damnation - some which I can see but more which I cannot! I am in a curtain-polluted city, and cannot see the utter kinkiness which is only hinted at by the cluster of whips and chains. I identify a butt plug, though, and see a box with Ann Summers on the label. Hmmm. My eyes roam her room, and now, I see the faint red glimmer that is Karen's negligee, barely visible. FUCK! Amazing! But where is uranus? Ah...the same old problem, as usual. I reach with my mind, looking, feeling, seeing, the harsh blackness that I'd really love to see better, dancing the eternal dance, circling the black hole.... (Bloody binoculars..can't see much at ALL from here! Hang on a sec...ahhh... )It is not kind, this blackness, Karen's black hold. It is not gentle, nor velvety. It is stern, unforgiving. It is pretty rank, actually, but you've got to take what you can where you can. And let's face it, I'm desperate.
It has been years since I spent time at night outside, I was put off when I was arrested for indecent exposure back in '82.
I wait, patience running low, cold seeping through my skin and deep into my bones. I wait for 'Karen' to complete my fantasy and turn towards the window. Huddled under my coat and in my sweats, y-fronts slung low, I wait.
Until - oh shit!- Splashing across the sky, flies the blue light of the cops - AGAIN! NO!!!! The pigs are here, after me, the fascist bastards! They come from all directions, sailing through the darkness, slicing open the black like brightly colored knives. Like a fart errupting into thin air at 8,000 feet, I make myself scarce before they can get their filthy hands on me again.
But it has touched me, somehow, this half-glimpsed moment alone with 'Karen'. It reaches me, and shows me again the wonder I knew as a teenage wank addict. The wonder of the seedy underworld I live in, the vastness and the greatness that is my home. It reminds me that the world is not only what I see as I trudge through my daytime life, and hide indoors at night. It demands my attention, insists that I go back to the newsagents, and remember, as a man now, that 'Big 'n' Bouncy Babes' is still only $5. And legal.
Hope you all had glorious weekends!
Ciels-
AA