Bush Camp Night Sky

"Look at the night sky! Look at the night sky!" The wonder and awe filled my voice and overflowed into the bush camp night. We overuse the word 'awesome'. It is when you see the beauty of the night sky that you understand the magnitude and weight of the word.

I craned my neck to take in more of the galaxy sparkling in the inky sky. M stood quietly and looked up too. We were headed to the camp's lookout hoping to spot wild life drinking at the illuminated waterhole. I didn't expect to be stopped in my tracks by the spectacular array of stars.

In city and suburban life, with our light pollution, we miss out on one of God's amazing pieces of art - the night sky. City lights are a poor substitute when you behold a galaxy, the Southern Cross and the magnitude of stars scattered with precision beyond our world.

M held my hand and guided us in the dark while I kept my head craned toward the stars. It was a walk of trust that he wouldn't walk me into a hole while I beheld God's creativity.

There were no animals at the waterhole. The air was filled with the chirp of crickets and the ribbets of frogs: no bark of a baboon, roar of a lion or grunt of a hippopotamus. I didn't mind. I kept sneaking a look at the stars.