I look up,
in the dark of an early winters morning and I see the stars.
Like llttle pin pricks of light,
arranged in groups,
forming shapes and collections.
Light that has travelled over distances we cannot imagine,
just for my eyes to see.
Distances so great that the source of many of these pin pricks may no longer exist.
Twinkling light.
Twinkling light that my relatives might have looked up and seen.
Twinkling light that the whole of the human race might have seen!
This light will have shaped our relatives thoughts, beliefs and religions.
Different times of their years would have been shaped by this light.
Different people's would have seen things differently from their different locations on earth,
but they would have looked up.
So I look up.
Looking up puts things into perspevtive.
I am very small,
up there is very, very large!
And who knows,
maybe,
somewhere,
someone,
something,
is looking up, and thinking the same thing!
