i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.galileo galilei
i don't know why but i like what he said.
Maybe it's the way both fondly and fearful starts with an f,
or maybe it's the truth in it,
or maybe it's the way i imagined a man standing alone in a wide open field at midnight shrouded in darkness as the stars light him up from within,
maybe it's the smile i see on his face as he gazes up at a million twinkling lights,
maybe it's the contentment i imagine he feels, content to just look, knowing he can never reach his fingers heavenward and touch that which he loves,
and i see him close his eyes and the stars rain down on him,
golden droplets falling and falling,
and he lifts his arms
and embraces the light.
ps. i got carried away. but really, this particular phrase had been glued to my tongue since i came across it & i found myself repeating it to myself throughout the day.