It’s somehow comforting to know and to sense that there is a Universe that goes on with business with or without you. The moon is always up there; following me whether or not I can actually see it. The light from stars continue on there infinite journeys, sometimes crossing my path, but mainly not.The pitter patter of rain and the sacred silence of snow occur even without my apprehension. The auroras blaze indifferent to my witness.
It was a hectic and difficult evening last night. Seeking a respite I go outside and I look up to see the casual beauty of the moon on a cloud filled night sky. Indifferent to my notice, it keeps to it’s path, discerning the way for clouds.
Force Of Seeing 