How wonderful is it to look up at the night time sky after the winds blow away the dust and debris lingering in the air? To see the full beauty of each glittering star in the sky?
How humbling is it to gaze upon these beings eons older than anyone alive and realize how small you truly are, yet still feel like a piece of a greater cosmic puzzle?
Most importantly, how does it feel to have a connection with an unknown someone, who has either admired or wished upon the same lights that you yourself may be looking toward?
Falling in love with her was like eating of Eden’s forbidden fruit. Such raw and impossibly perfect beauty was already salacious to the eye and imagination, but to taste it firsthand brought a new wave of elements for the senses to get caught surfing through–it was new, it was awe-inspiring, and it was exhilarating.
Once that sensation faded, though, and the tidal wave descended back into the endless ocean, the feeling had been washed away. New knowledge and memories were gained, but the high from the surf was gone, and, with it, the wonder existing before the fruit was tasted.
(note: I realize that I have been gone for an abysmal amount of time–personal stuff in addition to writer’s block can be a doozy. I want to update more often on this thing, and am staring by challenging myself to write 100 word short subjects for 30 days as both an outlet for myself and to hone my writing skills. Feel free to critique, make suggestions, or anything of the like. Glad I can be back!)