I once saw a shooting star over Bluestone lake and that’s when I started believing in magic. I looked up, chin pointing to the sky. I saw the sky twinkle, wanted to know why.
I remember the first time I looked through a telescope with wondrous eyes. I don’t know what I expected to see but I’ll never forget this sight. Around me, the sounds of tree leaves brushing against one another and crickets finding their way home. My view, outlined by the tips of shadowed mountains. I wondered if anyone else ever took the time to admire a twinkling star from the city, the country, wherever they are.
Some days, I close my eyes and there I am again, wondering what is beyond West Virginia and who I could be, if dreams come true, and if what I seek is seeking me.
17 years later and I still wonder.
I return to the point of my first official stargaze. “It’s so dark out here,” I whisper to myself, looking up to the same sky that gave me magic.
That same twinkle in the sky is now in my eyes.