This is my first attempt at publishing more than a reblog since WordPress and I parted ways for several days this week. Still some oddities; clicking publish might be horrifying!
The Orion Nebula (from the Hubble Telescope)
He sat on the bench, contemplating the night sky; a journey of 500 years expressed in the twinkling dance of starlight. Nine years ago, a snippet of brightness from Sirius, suitcase in hand (he smiled at the imagery) began the trek earthwards. The moonbeam express took about a heart beat to complete the one way journey.
Journeys. Of 1/2 a millennium or fraction of a minute. He poured still steaming coffee into his mug. Like him – chipped, worn, never coming quite clean.
All was a journey; measured in math, time, heartbeats, and what she called the “sweet intangibles; the invisible delights.” He packed up his gear.
Tonight’s book was David Adams Richards’ The Lost Highway.* “Let’s see,” he calculated ambling towards the institution. “Published in 2007, just as Sirius light began the road trip.”
Five years before she had received her personal night sky of monitors, with the blinking, flashing blips of her lifelights.
He smiled down at her, pulled the chair closer to her bed, opened the book and began: “’What is hidden will be revealed’, Tucker said . . .”
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 59 : Journey
* David Adams Richards, The Lost Highway (Doubleday Canada, 2007)