summer night, out on a flat headland all but surrounded
by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote
and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of
stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few
lights burned in cottages; otherwise, there was no
reminder of human life.
companion and I were alone with the stars; the misty
river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the
patterns of the constellations standing out bright
and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon.
It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could
be seen only once in a century, this little headland
would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen
many scores of nights in any year, and so the inhabitants
probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead.
because they could see it almost any night, perhaps
they never will."