Sunday Scibblings: Out of This World

Insignificance
Unaccompanied along an endless stretch of plains, he pulls aside. He’s seen no one for miles, doesn’t expect anyone. He douses the lights, adjusts to the darkness.
The winter evening’s chill electrifies a moonless sky resplendent with radiant pin-pricks. His heart quickens with a thought: A sky so brilliant would be a waste for the Human Race alone.

Comments

Gemma Wiseman said…
Nothing like a huge sky and being alone to feel very small in the Greater Scheme of things!

Interesting write!

Gemma
Granny Smith said…
And the thought that every planet looks out on field stars means that some being among our billion, trillion stars may be thinking something very similar!
Anonymous said…
There is big vast world out there staring at us!

debris of our making
anthonynorth said…
Stare up there and you look straight into infinity.
Gilson said…
I think about it too...

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