The universe moved—or at least that's what I saw. By the time the notion had hit me, the sky had stilled once again. Discarding the thought, I laid back on the hard ground high above the city's fumes. Up that high, where the air was cold and clear, the sky rested untainted. Up that high, the stars floated in an undisturbed peace—
It moved again!
This wasn't right…I held still and unblinking, afraid I was imagining this impossibility. No more then three seconds had gone by when another tremor came passing through the night sky above me.
Did the sky just ripple?
Again I waited to make sure I wasn't inventing this phenomenon, and again the traveling beam passed overhead. It blew across the night like the fall's wind moves through the dying grass, slowly making its way over the valley of stars.
But there is no air in outer space to be moved...
In disbelief of what was happening outside this world, I gazed around looking for the cause of illuminated movement—there, on the other side of the hill. A cheap, dull spot light, most likely advertising a spurious sale, was my foundation of magic.
Satisfied with the solved mystery, I laid back down and aloud myself to be taken over by allusion. I watched in awe as the spot light danced over the stars like a wave coming in with the tide. Again, and again, it washed over me, heading to some far off shore of which I was never to see.
Does time ever stop? Can one moment live on forever? Has the sky ever rippled?
It has for me.
MW
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