Painting With Fire (2/2010)

Written in the Stars

"On a bitter, December night, the only sounds to be heard are the eerie creaking of trees, the cars off in the distance, and the soft whisperings of my father. With a blanket softly entangling us, my father and I stand outside in the icy, lifeless grass with our heads cocked up towards the sky. Using binoculars for eyes, Dad points out to me for the hundredth time tonight, the Pleiades dancing in the distance. I squint outwards, getting lost in the immense abyss; I can’t help but feel so small...."