one more

Another bad day in a lifetime of bad days. So when I’m feeling exceptionally low, I do a midnight drive all the way out to Montauk Point. There in the Lighthouse parking lot, I stare at the stars. On a good night, not only is the spiral arm of the Milky Way stretching like a band across the breadth of the sky visible, clouds of brilliant stars actually show their color, from whites to orangey redness. As I ponder the expanse above me filled with thousands of suns, and the billions of attached worlds within my eye span, I feel a little less worthless. Not infinitely small in an infinite sea, but part of something infinitely large. And somehow, it gets me through one more day.