Dad would have called this a perfect sky. Bailey felt as though he stood on the edge of the world. As if at any moment he could tumble off its edge into the starry vista that held him entranced.
Every year Bailey and Dad made the trip to Maryland Earth to Sky Park in the Blue Ridge Mountains and spent a week there hoping for a perfect sky.
Tonight, the Milky Way, the galaxy Earth called home, was on full display in all its glory. Bailey scattered Dad’s ashes, whispering, “You are stardust, the stuff of which dreams are made.”
I don’t remember what prompted me to write this story. Maybe that night I’d seen a perfect sky.
What a beautiful story. I love the ending and will now think of stardust every time I think of my father. Thank you 💕
I've felt the same at times when I was deep into the Appalachian Mountains with no artificial lights for miles away. The stars are so bright in those dark places that I felt I could reach out and touch them. A frightening but also beautiful experience.