I am watching the sun sink towards the horizon as I write. The prairies are beautiful like this - softly dusted in snow and syrupy golden in the last rays of sunshine. Everything looks so quiet and peaceful. It makes me miss the wide-open spaces of Saskatchewan, where the horizon arcs all the way around you with the curvature of this planet. Most of all, I miss the night sky the way you see it from the countryside - a pitch black canvas dripping in winking silver lights. Ahhh. It makes me feel so small and marvelously insignificant.
When I am standing under a true night sky, undiminished by the light pollution of cities, it seems so much easier to get things in perspective. I find it pathetically easy to lose track of that which matters. Somehow a starry sky brings the difference between matters of importance and inconsequential details into sharp relief. Now, as I adjust to my situation as it currently is and look towards my future, perspective seems a crucial part of sorting the elements that compose my life. I want to live my life on purpose, to find my dreams, to be good but bad enough to be memorable, to achieve my goals.
I think some serious star-gazing is in order.
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