Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Stars Don't Care

I'm walking back from the bar in the bitter cold night, and I look up into the sky. I seldom do that in the city, because of the light pollution, but tonight I can see, just over the buildings, the constellation Orion, big and bright and easily recognizable.

There have been so many opportunities to fuck up my life, through neglect or foolishness or pride or any of the half-dozen or so other vices I'm prone to. But here I am, going home to a warm home, same stars there's always been burning away indifferently above, and I am comforted.

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