January 31:

How do you feel when you look at the stars?

I feel like I was hoping this challenge would end with a really good question, but I’m totally disappointed.

Okay. Sorry. Stars…

When I look at the stars, I remember this one summer while I was a college student. I was living near the beach for the summer. (I didn’t have to pay to live there—I knew someone. Nice, right? Too bad I don’t have that available to me anymore.)

Anyway, one weekend, a couple of friends came to visit. A couple of guys. (Just friends. Nothing dirty going on.) After going out for a late dinner, we went to the deserted beach. We lay on the sand and stared at the sky. It was brilliant. So many stars. Despite the absence of any artificial light, it was bright out. It was the most beautiful starry sky I’ve ever seen.

[This is not the actual sky that night. This doesn’t even come close to how bright and brilliant and beautiful the sky was that night.]

Whenever I look at the stars now, I’m disappointed because there’s too much artificial light here. I can see the stars, but it’s nothing like that night on the beach.

I need to run away. I bet the stars look perfect over a remote villa in Tuscany. I wonder if I’ve been good enough in this life to have that be my “heaven“.

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I bet they could make me see stars.  

p.s. — I think I’ll write a wrap-up post for Bloganuary (still, terrible name). Then I’ll need to find some other challenge to keep me posting. I think this has been good for me—posting (almost) daily—despite some of the terrible prompts. At least I’m a little less lonely. 

p.p.s. — If I use the theme I’m currently considering for April A-to-Z, it might be best if I start spending time prepping for that now. It’ll be difficult to keep up if I write the posts as I go for the theme I want to use.

p.p.p.s. — I really wish I could get paid for this. I feel guilty blogging when I should probably be doing something that pays. But I have nothing to do that pays. So here I am. The broke blogger, begging for coffee.

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