Stars

Perhaps I'll talk about myself a bit today. ~
What an amazing two days. ~ The stars... Never would I have imagined the absolute beauty of a dark moonless night filled with brilliant bursts of light. ~ Often stars are described as cold and indifferent. But it was not so that night. They glowed warmly, shining down a peaceful light in lieu of a too-bright moon. ~ I looked for the Cassiopeia constellation, the crooked ''W,'' but was disappointed, being unable to spot it. ~ Even that did not break me out of my reverie, that dream-like state caused by awe-inspiring nature. ~ Around the campfire, in the darkness, it is simple to open up one's soul. A feeling of community and invisibility envelopes the group. So calming... ~
I have never been afraid of heights. ~ In fact, I love being high up. Looking down on the world always gives me a feeling of being in control, not of others but of myself, because I know what is happening all around me. I feel like I can have something to model myself on. ~ Heights take my breath away, but not in a bad sense. ~ Being at the top of the valley I'd just scaled up, looking down at the river four and a half kilometres below me, I was absolutely stunned at nature's incredibly intricate beauty. Seen from an aerial perspective, it all melded into one, a unifying whole. Then, glancing further down, I spotted a yellow school bus. ~ It ruined the effect and brought me back to civilization. Humans can be such a bore sometimes. ~
Later, I ran down full-speed. I've never pushed myself so hard. I loved it. It felt like I was running away, but I could ignore that tiny voice in my head mocking me while the adrenaline pulsed through me and my muscles burned. The wind cleansed me and the chirping birds cheered me up. ~ I hope to do this again soon. ~