We made our escape to the middle of nowhere. Where the warm embrace of loved ones could not kill us. With the glow of the sunset behind us, we drove down that singular road, with no specific destination in mind. Only the hope of momentary respite from all distractions. A Future Unknown. No manmade form in sight for miles, the depth of night quickly enveloped us. The world at our feet, lost in our thoughts, we were suddenly interrupted by a streak of light crossing-crashing through the uneventful sky, or so we thought. In synchronized fashion, we looked at each other to confirm that we both witnessed the same phenomenon. The moon emboldened, continued to cast light into the night sky. What was that? Was it a star? A falling satellite? Visual trickery? No words could gather to make sense of what we witnessed. Driving further, up mountainous terrain, we finally pulled over to the most optimal cliff overlook. The moon had turned red, its imperfect sphere on full display. This night, the moon’s light overpowered all the stars and Jupiter we knew were present, but could not see. Holding out, we stayed, laid out on the pavement, in hopes the universe would make visual contact. There we were, a couple of miles away from the nearest closed observatory, with the open sky casting a net over us, we waited. Aside from the occasional cricket sing-song, the rare sound of silence overwhelmed us. Overcome by the expanse, the scale of how little we really paled in comparison to the cosmos, all our woes surfaced into tears. And it was understood, no matter how far we were from home, we were still connected. No matter location, time zone, we all were formulated by the same cosmic dust, lived under this same universe, and beheld to the same celestial body.
- My-Lien Nguyen, 2020