Le 8 janvier Each summer at Camp Barry, the cousins go out on the dock and look up at the sky. We laugh. We sing. We count shooting stars.
On a clear night in Gisenyi, there is a spectacular display in the sky. I can’t decide if there are more stars than in Bridgton, but it’s truly a sight to be seen. I’ve long looked up at the sky and thought of these special moments with my family. But being truly far away, it’s a truly magical feeling to look up and to see Orien’s Belt – the same Orien’s Belt I’ve been looking at for the last 23 years.
Sometimes a moment will spontaneously inspire a song from deep within your subconscious and before you know it, you’re caught on a hymn that’s perfectly applicable to the moment. It’s not been just once that I’ve looked up at our stars here and started thinking of the song from Feivel Goes West. “And even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.” It brings me such comfort, somehow, to know that we seem worlds apart, but truly we’re all together. Maybe we’re on different continents, in different time zones, in different cultures, but we’re underneath the same sky looking up at the same stars.
A few nights ago I was passing beneath the night sky and looked up to see it was incredibly clear. I started singing, and was so incredibly happy just to be looking up at the sky. The next day, when talking to my mother, I recounted the story. She told me that she has the same thoughts when looking up at the same sky. Strangely enough, she’d heard that song on the radio on the way home from work the day before. When factoring in the time difference in my head, it seems to me that my stargazing and her hearing the song on the radio were at about the same time. Coincidence?
Somewhere out there,
beneath the pale moonlight,
someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.
Somewhere out there,
someone's saying a prayer,
that we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how very far apart we are,
it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby,
it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
Somewhere out there,
if love can see us through,
then we'll be together, somewhere out there,
out where dreams come true.
On a clear night in Gisenyi, there is a spectacular display in the sky. I can’t decide if there are more stars than in Bridgton, but it’s truly a sight to be seen. I’ve long looked up at the sky and thought of these special moments with my family. But being truly far away, it’s a truly magical feeling to look up and to see Orien’s Belt – the same Orien’s Belt I’ve been looking at for the last 23 years.
Sometimes a moment will spontaneously inspire a song from deep within your subconscious and before you know it, you’re caught on a hymn that’s perfectly applicable to the moment. It’s not been just once that I’ve looked up at our stars here and started thinking of the song from Feivel Goes West. “And even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.” It brings me such comfort, somehow, to know that we seem worlds apart, but truly we’re all together. Maybe we’re on different continents, in different time zones, in different cultures, but we’re underneath the same sky looking up at the same stars.
A few nights ago I was passing beneath the night sky and looked up to see it was incredibly clear. I started singing, and was so incredibly happy just to be looking up at the sky. The next day, when talking to my mother, I recounted the story. She told me that she has the same thoughts when looking up at the same sky. Strangely enough, she’d heard that song on the radio on the way home from work the day before. When factoring in the time difference in my head, it seems to me that my stargazing and her hearing the song on the radio were at about the same time. Coincidence?
Somewhere out there,
beneath the pale moonlight,
someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.
Somewhere out there,
someone's saying a prayer,
that we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how very far apart we are,
it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby,
it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
Somewhere out there,
if love can see us through,
then we'll be together, somewhere out there,
out where dreams come true.
Love you, dude. : )
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