Why is it so difficult to capture the night sky, with its shimmering stars and moonlit glow?
Life was never meant to be trapped in a lens, but in the heart, the soul, the memory bank of time. It moves too quickly to be stuck in one moment, but instead needs to blur a thousand seconds into a single feeling, a wave of emotion that carries us through time and space– from past to present to future.
Night is when even the universe comes to life in a dance that all want to follow.
But still we sit, beside calm water and campfire, our eyes staring heavenward at the stars and their conversations with one another- at planes zooming from one place to another, discussing what was, what is, what could have been, and what still might be.
Life- your shimmerings and the shimmerings of the galaxy were never meant to be captured.
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