The Majesty of Nature

Last night as dusk descended I sat outside in the garden watching as the stars gradually appeared.  One by one tiny pin pricks of light made an appearance into the gathering gloom, and as the horizon of hills and mountains lost their definition the stars came into their own.  Almost directly above us a line of three very bright stars appeared  and behind the middle star pointing north was a bigger star.  I know little about the night sky other than its enormous magnitude and brilliance with the vast belt of star-dust which spreads from one horizon to the other.

As I sat watching satellites silently moved across this vista of tiny winking specks of light as they continued their journeys and I presumed some were spying on us.  Then I had a glimpse of a large bright satellite low on the horizon making its way across the southern sky. I presumed this was the International Space Station as it was travelling west to east on a steady path.

As I sat watching them appear, what struck me most was the immense number of satellites a high proportion of which were heading south to north perhaps it was the time of night. Now and again I could see then hear an aircraft winking its colourful way across this vista of nature, as it carried its  passengers safely to their destinations and loved ones.

However, there was one thing that did surprise me, light pollution.  Now I live out in the wilds in a forest valley halfway up a mountain, so the last thing I expected was to see the lights from towns miles away which seemed to jump up and fill the heavens with their glare creating a tiara of polluting light. 

As the night progressed I moved my position to face north-east to get a better view of the sky. In doing so I was rewarded by a number of shooting stars which proceeded to put on a short but spectacular show as they fell into  the Earths grasp. Bands of light that blazed across the night sky, a second or two of brilliant existence before they were gone.

I have tried a simple telescope but probably need something more sophisticated or I need far more knowledge than I possess.  However there is one thing that leaves me slightly bemused and it’s a phenomenon I have witnessed before.  I will be looking at the night sky and suddenly I see a bright quick flash as if someone has fired off a flash camera. I have looked around to see if a satellite was in the vicinity but there is nothing visible.

I then wonder if I am in some sort of  interstellar “Truman’ show, or perhaps in a jar on a shelf somewhere who knows??


© Michael Douglas Bosc






About michaeldouglasbosc

I am retired and live with my wife on a small olive finca in the middle of a forest in the mountains of Spain in Catalonya. I served 9years in the armed services, am an engineer and because of my love of navy sailing ships a naval historian of the 1700-1800's, plus the author of 10 books. When I retired I started writing adult books my first being A Soldiers Wind. Then came Stanley's story again adult books such was his life. Another book on life in the 1950's this very much an adult book. I have now returned to my love of the sea and my latest navy book 'A Plymouth Story' follows the life of Dr James Blackstock. But Clearing In The Forest is an historical fantasy set in the middle ages at the end of King Johns reign. All the books are published on Kindle and Create a Space in paperback. I have worked all my life and for relaxation I sailed a coastal yacht for many years, but deep inside me was a writer waiting to get out. So when I retired I started writing I find story telling both relaxing and - for me - a pleasure.
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