I really started missing the observatory last week. I wished to stand on the summit of Pine Mountain and watch the sun set, to breathe in air and quiet, hearing only the rustles of wind and the hum of Earth, maybe a critter or two. I wished to stand under a dark, starry sky as the cold sinks deep into my bones. Yes, I love even that part of astronomy.
I miss that deep perfume of cedar, sage and juniper. Sure, I get that here in town, too, but it seems stronger out there. Pine Mountain is my place, my favorite place. It feeds me peace and rejuvenation. Feeds all my senses and inspiration.
I miss watching the galaxy glitter through my telescope, and seeing the wonder of other galaxies. What happens over there? Are there beings like us? Wondering and watching and dreaming of starry nights?
It’s five and a half months until Pine Mountain Observatory opens again. Much, much, much too long.
Looking through the 24″ telescope at the observatory.
What are you dreaming of?