The sky at night
After a hard evening’s yoga in the old converted farmhouse, we stepped outside to breathe some cool refreshing air. The rain clouds that had earlier filled the sky were gone so we were now able to look up in silent wonder at the bright stars in the clear mountain night. A long way from the influence of the artificial city light, far-off galaxies and a host of constellations, the names of which were unknown to us, could be made out.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the gathering’s common reverie.
"There’s one missing!" asserted Kim, who had earlier explained that he couldn’t do most of the yoga postures because his skin was not stretchy enough.
"What?"
"There’s a star missing!", he repeated, "a heavenly body’s gone astray."
"It can’t have," replied Maria, whose body was truly heavenly. "You must have miscounted. Try again."
So, Kim began again, his outstretched biro bobbing up and down every time he counted a star.
"I need a longer pointing stick," he moaned as he lost count at star number 11.
"Click the end of the pen", suggested a voice in the darkness.
"Anyway," continued Kim, "it’s not my turn tonight."
"You must have missed that sparkly one over there" exclaimed Maria, extending her finger yogically to indicate a point somewhere between due north and due south.
Problem solved. We would sleep soundly and thus be refreshed for the following day’s rock arranging in the nearby stream. Well, somebody had to change the river's tune.
After a hard evening’s yoga in the old converted farmhouse, we stepped outside to breathe some cool refreshing air. The rain clouds that had earlier filled the sky were gone so we were now able to look up in silent wonder at the bright stars in the clear mountain night. A long way from the influence of the artificial city light, far-off galaxies and a host of constellations, the names of which were unknown to us, could be made out.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the gathering’s common reverie.
"There’s one missing!" asserted Kim, who had earlier explained that he couldn’t do most of the yoga postures because his skin was not stretchy enough.
"What?"
"There’s a star missing!", he repeated, "a heavenly body’s gone astray."
"It can’t have," replied Maria, whose body was truly heavenly. "You must have miscounted. Try again."
So, Kim began again, his outstretched biro bobbing up and down every time he counted a star.
"I need a longer pointing stick," he moaned as he lost count at star number 11.
"Click the end of the pen", suggested a voice in the darkness.
"Anyway," continued Kim, "it’s not my turn tonight."
"You must have missed that sparkly one over there" exclaimed Maria, extending her finger yogically to indicate a point somewhere between due north and due south.
Problem solved. We would sleep soundly and thus be refreshed for the following day’s rock arranging in the nearby stream. Well, somebody had to change the river's tune.
posted by Bob at 6:17 pm
1 Comments:
He was so scared of getting heart palpatations on the Tube that he stopped using it.
The only problem was that he started getting them in other places as well. Buses, crowded shops, pubs, airports and stations, etc. so he stopped using these too and became a virtual hermit.
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