Beauty

I remember the first time I truly saw the stars. And by truly see I mean understand and apply. They are little glimmering orbs cradled so delicately in the ebony sky, but they aren't little at all. Starts are hundreds of times bigger than our planet as we know it. Standing in that open field, on that rather chilly fall Saturday, was like standing between the unknown and known.

Like a portal to the past I was a barrier, separating the unknown from us. I looked up at the most pronounced star, the North Star or Polaris, and I got this tactile sense of awe. It shined so brightly and I thought that it shone just for me, but that would've been selfish.
Why do stars exist? Are they just to entertain us? Or is there some greater reason we cannot know of? Truth be told, I have no idea. Every time I look up at the night's sky, and gaze into the heavenly allure I think to myself, "Is that true beauty?" And then, with out warning this radiant, glowing steam of beauty soared across the sky and crashed into the hills in the distance with a sizable thunk!

I have no idea what that pulchritude was, but I wanted to know more. Next thing I knew the hills lit up, as did my face and, like lightning, I thrust my head towards the heavens and saw not one nor two but hundreds of radiant, fireballs of passion streaked across the sky in a awe inspiring display of absolute magnificence. The sheer splendor of it all made me cry tears of absolute joy and I fell do the ground feeling like I was going to burst with exuberance. I threw up my arms and awed at veritable plethora of grandeur.

I thought to myself, "How lucky am I to have witnessed, such amazement that it would cause me to cry tears of joy?!" "I am so blessed to have gotten a glimpse at such a rare occasion." The beauty faded and towards the east light protruded from the horizon and filled the night sky, painting the clouds and filling my heart with such overwhelming happiness. It was then, that I witnessed something that will forever lay present in my heart, soul and memory.