You crave to lay on the ground and star at the stars as you once did as a child. So you do. In the middle of this giant array lies a back circle, this cement is different from the white surrounding in it. In it it has clumps of spare cement that almost glisten in the silver moon light. As you touch the ground and lean back on into it’s dark embrace. It’s strangely warm, like the hugs from your mother, and that safe feeling of home washes over you, and you breathe in that lukewarm air and begin to gaze into the sky as you once had with the same eyes that gazed to it years before and years beyond. To your mind’s eye the sky begins to curve ever so slightly, as if you can only now comprehend that the earth is round. The stars twinkle, and you begin to connect them, and form not only the known constellations, but ones that your own imaginations creates. You’re eyes gravitate towards the tree lines as you see that a swirling motion has caught your attention. In the distant far above though still closer than the stars that had garnered your attention not even minutes before. As you squint your eyes to gain a better understanding of what exactly it is that you are witnessing. You realize that what you are watching are bats, bats flying around eating the bugs that fly higher than trees, ending their lives as the night ends the day, but ultimately sustaining their
You crave to lay on the ground and star at the stars as you once did as a child. So you do. In the middle of this giant array lies a back circle, this cement is different from the white surrounding in it. In it it has clumps of spare cement that almost glisten in the silver moon light. As you touch the ground and lean back on into it’s dark embrace. It’s strangely warm, like the hugs from your mother, and that safe feeling of home washes over you, and you breathe in that lukewarm air and begin to gaze into the sky as you once had with the same eyes that gazed to it years before and years beyond. To your mind’s eye the sky begins to curve ever so slightly, as if you can only now comprehend that the earth is round. The stars twinkle, and you begin to connect them, and form not only the known constellations, but ones that your own imaginations creates. You’re eyes gravitate towards the tree lines as you see that a swirling motion has caught your attention. In the distant far above though still closer than the stars that had garnered your attention not even minutes before. As you squint your eyes to gain a better understanding of what exactly it is that you are witnessing. You realize that what you are watching are bats, bats flying around eating the bugs that fly higher than trees, ending their lives as the night ends the day, but ultimately sustaining their