Under A Blanket Of Innocence

The stars are out in their naked glory, like pale babies at the point of birth. And when they squealed in cold, the night sky scattered and covered their fragile frames with a soft, woolly blanket, and us in the slow of the humid night, discovering that it was well worth the effort and the years of mind-sapping solitude to reach the sacred ground that we are treading upon now.

We spread the groundsheet upon the grassy land, and sat. We said nothing but little words lost in the magnitude of the fact staring straight at us in the face. To not enter the realm of defilement meritted us a pilgrimage here, and we are shrouded by clouds of comfort, and we are secured in the knowledge that we will spend a long time here, working with the most basic of tools to build us a rocket that will deliver us midst the stars. It will be long going, but I am sure we will ultimately make it.

The stars awake, and prepare to take their maiden flight to a different universe, and we will be there to join them before long...