The little dipper I saw- minus the arrow pointing to the north star and the lines...
While being up unusually early for a Saturday (my body still has not seemed to have adjusted to working night shifts), I decided to go for a run at four am. Maybe that’s not so unusual for early Saturday night workers, or late Friday night owls, but for a run, it’s early. Mega reflective gear and head lamp on (boy, I won’t forget my hat next time), I was off. Mid way through my run, down a street with no road lights–like most roads in the area, I looked up at the sky and actually stopped in my tracks. I don’t usually notice the sky when I’m running in the dark, because I am so focused on the road. This time, for some reason, it really struck me. The sky was lit with millions of glittering stars. I turned off the headlamp and just stood there, staring up at that magnificent sky. Lo and behold, I saw a falling star (or, to be more correct, meteorite). No, it didn’t shoot across the sky, it fell.Spectacular. Never had I seen the Little Dipper so distinctly, nor Orion’s Belt with such clarity. Yes, I’ve seen gorgeous sunrises and sunsets when running, but rarely have I seen the stars. It was if a painter just took millions of stars and splattered them with a paint brush across the sky. It was breathtaking.
I know, short post. And, I apologize, no advice on running. That’ll come later
A Rendezvous with Sneakers 