Big Sky


A single sliver of the moon thumbnails itself in the second to last night of the 2008 year. Thanks to the thousands of buildings, streetlights and rushing cars that make up the San Antonio scape, the moon is nearly alone up in that darkening sky space. Only a single star, a handspan away from Mother Moon like a child exploring the limits of his mother’s skirt trail, flirts its bright lightness against a sea of blackening blue space. I’m no astronomer, but the Texas night hangs enough atmosphere around to have my mind racing, wondering if it’s a star at all, or some fellow planet, maybe a Martian nod to it’s neighbor Earth, or the angels on Venus singing out a reminder that after dusk we’re all closer than we think.