I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night -Galileo
I used to stare at this quote, rather puzzled. It wasn’t until about two summers ago, I finally understood it.
I had the privilege of being a camp counselor at a summer camp in the Northern mountains of Colorado for two summers in a row. The first summer, I adjusted to evening campfires, lack of cell service, no light pollution from cities around us, and being in the middle of a truly beautiful place.
Throughout the summer, we would often stare up at the stars, made all the brighter by the elevation increase. It really felt like we could touch the stars.
I think that summer I discovered a love for the stars. I loved watching for shooting stars which came in abundance, especially around the time of the Perseid Meteor Shower.
Suddenly, with an appreciation for the stars, the darkness of night became non-existent.
The stars offer a gentle reminder that no one is truly alone in the world. It is pretty amazing to see the vastness of the sky, illuminated by stars millions of light years away, twinkling down on us as we gaze expectantly upward.