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.