Tonight as I stand waiting for Sugar to do her business, I lean back and gaze up at the clearest sky and pinpoint stars. It is one of those magical evenings with fog rising in the little valleys and low areas. In the distance, a train whistles and the nearby bushes rustle as some creature scampers off into the woods. Tonight is a night when anything might happen. I almost expect to see Halloween costumed children wandering about and the Great Pumpkin rising out of the swamp marsh.
I remember the night the boys and I visited the University of Rochester's Mees Observatory and gazed at tremendous heavenly bodies and spectacular lights. The best part was wandering up the hill in the dark accompanied by skinny flashlights to where the telescope was housed and climbing the steps while the Aurora Borealis flickered briefly and thinly overhead. There were a couple of shooting stars to enthrall us while we waited our turn to peek into the eyepiece. I went back over and over for a peek at the great beyond, half disbelieving that it was real.
Tonight it is as if the heavens came down to reveal their secrets without prompting, eager to draw me into their grandeur. Sugar growled, sniffed, and trotted off, totally uninterested.
I remember the night the boys and I visited the University of Rochester's Mees Observatory and gazed at tremendous heavenly bodies and spectacular lights. The best part was wandering up the hill in the dark accompanied by skinny flashlights to where the telescope was housed and climbing the steps while the Aurora Borealis flickered briefly and thinly overhead. There were a couple of shooting stars to enthrall us while we waited our turn to peek into the eyepiece. I went back over and over for a peek at the great beyond, half disbelieving that it was real.
Tonight it is as if the heavens came down to reveal their secrets without prompting, eager to draw me into their grandeur. Sugar growled, sniffed, and trotted off, totally uninterested.
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