This week Michael tells us the image and wording can apply to any man, woman, object, figure whatever your imagination suggests to you.
He felt insignificant in a world of extreme space and emptiness.
No sound, no movement, nothing save the shallow almost silent breath escaping from his chest.
He needed this.
Time and solitude, to be alone with his thoughts…………. and himself.
Change was all around him, a rollercoaster not of his making, a ride he wanted to end.
He reached out a hand, fully expecting to touch the sky and see it absorbed into the blue.
All he felt was the chill of the night on his ungloved palm.
He had no idea how long he stood there, enveloped by the darkness and witnessing the birth of starlight on its velvet canopy.
Insignificance in a world of extreme space and emptiness?
The stars proved space was never empty and he felt refreshed somehow.