the night sky
Prompt: Something of value
Community: COOM1007, College English
Title: the night sky
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Authors Note: This is for my English class; its an storssay. A love child of a story and essay. I hope you enjoy.
The night skyAlone in a sea of darkness the pale white moon rests, old and ancient, restless and free it waits. The twinkling stars blinking in the distance, acting as a beacon in the black swirling sea of the sky presents a grand feeling of adventure and wonder. As a young girl looking from the Earth to the sky I feel at ease knowing that it always there, that old ancient moon. It never changes no matter where I go, so I always feel at home.
The further north I go the clearer the skies tend to be, the nights clouds tend to change every as the wind blows. The clearer the sky the brighter the stars and the brighter the stars the less darkness creeps into my window making terrible shapes that monsters would only dream of. If I could express the colour of the stars, I would probably go with blues and greens, oranges and reds, and sometimes pink. A rainbow cast of colour fills the mood, making me feel safe and yet inspiring the child-like wonder that rests within my soul.
As I stare out the window of my high-rise and I see the city cut-out, I give a small smile and enjoy the sight of black lighting on the inky blackness of the lake. The moon is a half-full and the eerie white mist surrounding it gives me the chills and the wait to pull a large fluffy blanket over my head, eat some smores, maybe drink some hot chocolate and enjoy a large campfire. While around the campfire, the smoke infusing itself with my clothes and hair, we tell stories about our days within the sunlight, stories about the creepy and crawly and the haunting stories of the girls who jumped off into the deep end of the lake and disappeared in the undertow and how staying with a buddy and having our swim bracelets would save us.
The lights do not twinkle as brightly in the city as they do in the country or a city in the middle of no-where but sometimes they twinkle and laugh. In the true North of this country, where it can be darkness for most of the day or the sun never sets, is a brilliant magic. While standing on ice taller then me, looking up as the cold kisses my cheek, the ever laughing stars and the whispering wind dance in a brilliant colour scheme pulling our attention away from the ground which we stand upon to the final and last frontier of man, the sky, the stars, and the ever inky black space.
If by this point it is not possible to tell what I value, as I value many things, allow me to point it out. The night sky, the moon, the stars and the ever excellent Northern Lights. I realize that the Northern Lights cannot be seen from Toronto but, I have seen them in my life (several times actually) and I felt as part if the night sky and something I value it should be included.
As I child I used to sit with my siblings or my parents looking up and making up stories about the stars, their adventures in the solar system, their loves, their lost ones, their sadness and happiness, and most importantly how they look down upon us and generally wonder what it is like to be human.
It never fails to bring me out a bad mood or make me wait to create something because it is so simple and elegant that it just sparks the imagination and allows it to run free.
I value the beauty, the wonder and the simpleness that is the sky and all the things it contains.
It sparks my imagination.
It makes me feel safe, it reminds me of times long past, and it reminds of the futures yet to come.
Community: COOM1007, College English
Title: the night sky
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Authors Note: This is for my English class; its an storssay. A love child of a story and essay. I hope you enjoy.
The night skyAlone in a sea of darkness the pale white moon rests, old and ancient, restless and free it waits. The twinkling stars blinking in the distance, acting as a beacon in the black swirling sea of the sky presents a grand feeling of adventure and wonder. As a young girl looking from the Earth to the sky I feel at ease knowing that it always there, that old ancient moon. It never changes no matter where I go, so I always feel at home.
The further north I go the clearer the skies tend to be, the nights clouds tend to change every as the wind blows. The clearer the sky the brighter the stars and the brighter the stars the less darkness creeps into my window making terrible shapes that monsters would only dream of. If I could express the colour of the stars, I would probably go with blues and greens, oranges and reds, and sometimes pink. A rainbow cast of colour fills the mood, making me feel safe and yet inspiring the child-like wonder that rests within my soul.
As I stare out the window of my high-rise and I see the city cut-out, I give a small smile and enjoy the sight of black lighting on the inky blackness of the lake. The moon is a half-full and the eerie white mist surrounding it gives me the chills and the wait to pull a large fluffy blanket over my head, eat some smores, maybe drink some hot chocolate and enjoy a large campfire. While around the campfire, the smoke infusing itself with my clothes and hair, we tell stories about our days within the sunlight, stories about the creepy and crawly and the haunting stories of the girls who jumped off into the deep end of the lake and disappeared in the undertow and how staying with a buddy and having our swim bracelets would save us.
The lights do not twinkle as brightly in the city as they do in the country or a city in the middle of no-where but sometimes they twinkle and laugh. In the true North of this country, where it can be darkness for most of the day or the sun never sets, is a brilliant magic. While standing on ice taller then me, looking up as the cold kisses my cheek, the ever laughing stars and the whispering wind dance in a brilliant colour scheme pulling our attention away from the ground which we stand upon to the final and last frontier of man, the sky, the stars, and the ever inky black space.
If by this point it is not possible to tell what I value, as I value many things, allow me to point it out. The night sky, the moon, the stars and the ever excellent Northern Lights. I realize that the Northern Lights cannot be seen from Toronto but, I have seen them in my life (several times actually) and I felt as part if the night sky and something I value it should be included.
As I child I used to sit with my siblings or my parents looking up and making up stories about the stars, their adventures in the solar system, their loves, their lost ones, their sadness and happiness, and most importantly how they look down upon us and generally wonder what it is like to be human.
It never fails to bring me out a bad mood or make me wait to create something because it is so simple and elegant that it just sparks the imagination and allows it to run free.
I value the beauty, the wonder and the simpleness that is the sky and all the things it contains.
It sparks my imagination.
It makes me feel safe, it reminds me of times long past, and it reminds of the futures yet to come.