What is that? There, out toward the ocean, blinking red to blue to green.
It’s a satellite.
No. It’s not moving.
It’s the top of the nearby cell tower.
No. That’s further south. Not straight ahead.
We have no moon right now. And we have no running water in the house, ever. Brushing our teeth outside each night is both a habit of hygiene and ritual of watching how the night sky changes.
It’s Sirius. Bright. Right ahead. Twinkling. Changing colors above the line of palms.
I’ve never seen a star twinkle and change like that.
So, bed time can wait until we are satisfied by looking up at this big wide universe.
And suddenly there’s that feeling that I love, but haven’t felt in a while: the feeling of being so small, in comparison.
Photo Credits to Alex Romanyshyn