Night is the perfect time to look up to the sky and rediscover how small you actually are compared to this great big wonderful universe that we exist in. I don't remember the exact mathematics to it, but when we see the light from a star, we're actually seeing the light from millions or billions of years ago depending on how far away the star is, cause it's taken x amount of lightyears to travel here, just for me to be able to see.
Tonight, I was laying on my floor in the one spot where the Moon was pouring it's light, and I just stared at it as the saying came to my head "I see the moon, and the moon sees me, the moon sees someone I want to see". Which makes me miss Dad. I remember once when I was little I was really worried about a question that puzzled me, and I was literally sweating a little bit, and crying. I heard Dad get up from his room, and I thought I was done for, but he came in, told me to put on my coat, and he walked me down the street. My crying soon stopped, my heart was back to a normal beat, and even though at that time I was scared of the dark, I just had this whole new take on nighttime. Dad pointed out the stars to me, and answered my questions, and I had the best sleep that night afterwards. After this memory came back to me, my iPod shuffled to Norah Jones: "If I were a painter and could paint a memory, I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you". What I'd give to be able to do just that, and be back with dad on a bedtime walk, under the beautiful stars.
Tonight, I was laying on my floor in the one spot where the Moon was pouring it's light, and I just stared at it as the saying came to my head "I see the moon, and the moon sees me, the moon sees someone I want to see". Which makes me miss Dad. I remember once when I was little I was really worried about a question that puzzled me, and I was literally sweating a little bit, and crying. I heard Dad get up from his room, and I thought I was done for, but he came in, told me to put on my coat, and he walked me down the street. My crying soon stopped, my heart was back to a normal beat, and even though at that time I was scared of the dark, I just had this whole new take on nighttime. Dad pointed out the stars to me, and answered my questions, and I had the best sleep that night afterwards. After this memory came back to me, my iPod shuffled to Norah Jones: "If I were a painter and could paint a memory, I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you". What I'd give to be able to do just that, and be back with dad on a bedtime walk, under the beautiful stars.
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