Surfing Stars


Every boat had a captain, ours just happened to surf stars. Instead of water, he had the universal currents of space, riding the night in endless gravitational waves. We had no idea how he knew where to head, (it all looked the same to us,) but he did.

One day, or night, or evening, it was so hard to tell, I took a once around the deck. Pointing at comets was a hobby I’d procured; I never dreamt I’d see new life instead. But I did. How I did!

The sun coalesced from vermillion dust cast amongst the star stuff. Right there before my eyes, it sprung into blazing life. I gasped. Who wouldn’t have?

When I felt a tap on my shoulder, I almost jumped overboard, only the ship’s crystal balustrade held me back.

“What do you think, son?”

It was the captain, a strange glint in his ageless eyes.

“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” I said. And it was.

“Life,” he said almost to himself, “doesn’t get any better than this.”

“But don’t you see such things every trip?” I blurted.

“Yes,” he replied and slowly walked away.

25 thoughts on “Surfing Stars

      1. Yes, and not deserved. Some people don’t do these things the right way because they’re scared to. The rude from a distance way is too often used. It’s not personal, Candice.

      1. Well, open the flood gates! PS – have just started The Eternals. Amazing imagery and description so far. Jean has only um, been, in the carriage with the Marquise so far πŸ˜‰

    1. It’s because I’m amazing πŸ˜‰
      No, not really. I often reschedule old posts for during the night. I don’t like to reblog them because people won’t know if they’ve read them whereas rescheduling keeps the likes.

      1. Interesting ploy. πŸ™‚ I’ve always wondered how to that. Something to consider for the future if I ever run out of ideas or steam. πŸ™‚

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