THAT NIGHT ON A TINY NEW ZEALAND ISLAND, WITH A SKY FULL OF STARS
I don't even remember why we found ourselves there. Why we decided to drive up that great big hill into pure darkness, into seemingly nowhere.
Maybe it was because there wasn't anything else to do after the generators went off, and electricity was out for another night.
Maybe random exploring was all that was left to do.
I remember that slow waddling creature at the side of the road as we drove up, still there hours later when we drove back down. A creature with great big saucer like eyes that reflected light two big full moons in the headlamps. I didn't know what I was expecting a possum to look like, but it wasn't that.
And I'll never forget the sight that night, at the top of the hill, on that tiny island off New Zealand's shores. My eyes almost as wide as that possum, soaking it up, every last bit.
I didn't understand, how, why, so many stars.
Yet there were so many stars.
Like hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces of glitters dusting the sky.
But there was one band, one strip right through the middle of the sky, not dusted with thousands, but millions of those pieces of glitter.
All sparkling together magnificently.
And then you told me - that's the Milky Way.
And there is shone with all it's gigantic natural wonder.
I don't remember why we drove up that hill on that island that night. A night of no real significance, yet it's one I'll remember and treasure always, as the one which etched each of those tiny pieces of natural glitter and wonder and possibilities in my eyes forever...