it was in bobcaygeon, i saw the constellations

Sometimes at night, when I can’t sleep, I grab my phone and use Google Sky Map to peer into the cosmos.

Snuggled under thick blankets in a cold, dark room, I point my phone in various directions. Reading. Memorizing. Feeling all at once small and excited.

I catch myself smiling in those wee hours.

Ashley told me once I should write a blog post about the dorky television shows I watch. Mocking is lonely work, I suppose. I told her I have a curious mind that requires feeding. She probably thinks it needs to go on a diet.

I watch shows about driving, flying, panning for gold, and just about anything else you can do in Alaska.

I watch shows about scientific expeditions to the most remote places on earth. The remoter the better.

I watch shows about conspiracy theories.

I watch shows about inventions and technology.

And mega engineering. Mega.

But my favourites are always about space.

I considered studying astronomy in college. But it turns there’s a lot of science… in science.

Perhaps it is a romanticism born out of a childhood filled with consuming as much science fiction possible.

Maybe the desire for exploration is hardwired into our DNA.

I want to see.

I want to know.

We live in a wondrous time where I can use my phone to learn.

So some nights I look up into the sky.

And feel bad for the stars without pretty names.

4 thoughts on “it was in bobcaygeon, i saw the constellations

  1. “I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

    I read that just yesterday. Because I read a lot books about all sorts of adventures people are having without me. People who love stars and Alaska and the remotest of the remote places on Earth.

    We all have our quirks.

  2. Living in a perpetually over-lit city, I hardly ever get to stare at the stars and feel tiny (more so than usual anyway) compared to this enormous world that’s spread out in front of me.

    When I do get to lie on my back and stare up at an uninhibited sky, I name the stars so they’ll be mine- at least in the moment that they twinkle down at me.


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