stars, pine trees, and home

 

English: Big Dipper and the rest of the clear ...

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The sky never gets quite black in the city. It glows purplish-orange from the city lights, and at first I thought it was beautiful. Now it makes me think of smog and strangers, and I realize that I can’t see the stars any more. Where I come from, the sky goes black and you see Orion and the Big Dipper and even a few planets if you know where to look for them… and the moon comes up over pine trees instead of the junky buildings downtown. I tell my roommates I’m going to find an aviation major and catch a ride home and they laugh with me… we all know it’s impossible, but dreaming is important when you can’t see the stars and you’ve forgotten what home smells like.

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One thought on “stars, pine trees, and home

  1. “dreaming is important when you can’t see the stars and you’ve forgotten what home smells like.”
    This touched my soul. I swear. Dreaming is so important to me and I feel like that one line explained my feelings towards it…if only a little. Beautiful post…I am overwhelmed.

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