A Sky full of Ghosts

 A Sky full of Ghosts

Vertigo washes over me when I look up. Before my eyes is something so vast it can only be described as... eternity.

Awe, bone deep and absolute, springs from a long abandoned place of my mind, some nook reserved for things long forgotten.

I took my early years for granted, the sheer magnificence of the night sky was simply part of rural life. The darkness was sharp, the sky a pristine black devoid of clouds... like an open window to the endless ocean of stars beyond.

I watched a youtube video once that said many stars we see are actually dead, their light nothing more than a glimpse into the past when they still lived. The astronomer William Herschel referred to the universe as "a sky full of ghosts".

I guess it really is eternity.