Mona Gelfgatt, Senior, Editor-in-Chief
Each light in the sky has its own story.
Your back hits the grass. You feel every prickle of the ground, every motion of the world. The wind blows past your face, you close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. Your eyes open to a deep black abyss full of sparkles. Each sparkle reminds you of a moment. The Big Dipper and prancing in the light of the moon. The Orion and running around the lighthouse. You close your eyes again and reminisce in the memories.
Eyes open, but this time it’s silent. The wind seems to come to a halt, the waves stop crashing. You wonder why everything is changing. You take another glance at the sky and notice the stars are still there. Stars that shine brighter than the moon, that move so melodically through the heavens. A streaming light flashes by. You close your eyes and make a wish.
You wonder what’s beyond the sky, beyond the spots of shimmer. The wondrous black and shadowed clouds that hear your thoughts and whispers. Your eyes awake so full of tears all washed up by the stars. For only they will listen to the feelings stirred around.
What if the world had no more stars? No lights to guide you home. No constellations to dance under, no journeys left unknown. Your eyes flutter under darkness, the memories fade away. You yearn for one last chance to force your way out of the gray.
So listen to the wind swing by, the waves upon the rocks. Take in that breath of warming air and look up at the stars. They’re staying there from dawn till dusk, bewildering yet quiet. Just waiting for those eyes to open and embrace each passing hour.