I enjoy looking at the stars. I live in the far southeastern, rural corner of Colorado where star-gazing is great, because there are few lights to interfere once you get a couple of miles out of town.
I’m not skilled at recognizing constellations, even when using a star-gazing guide. I can pick out the Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Orion, Pleiades, and sometimes Aldebran. My brain can’t connect the abstract dots of constellations. If I check the Farmer’s Almanac before I look at the evening sky, I can figure out where Jupiter, Venus, and Mercury are on any given night. Oh…and the moon. I’ve got that one down pat. 🙂
But to say I feel any certain way when I look at the stars… shrug
I mean, it’s amazing to think that throughout history (and prehistory) people looked at the same stars I’m looking at now.
A portion of Inspector Javert’s song “Stars” from the musical Les Misérables comes closest to expressing how I feel when looking at the stars, but only from 0:59 to 01:42, since the bulk of the song is about Javert’s vendetta to apprehend Jean Valjean.
Until next time,
writing through history one romance upon a time
*Stars/Milky Way – © Can Stock Photo / denbelitsky