I left the party and started walking
Down the road toward town.
I’d show her, belittling me like
That in front of our friends!
Overhead, the starry night sky
Was one big beautiful mess.
Myriad stars were haphazardly
Strewn across the celestial dome
As if some great chandelier had
Fallen and shattered, scattering
The broken shards of glass
Throughout the universe.
As I walked along, gazing up
At the heavens, I suddenly
Felt incredibly small–
The world under my feet
Was but a speck of dust
In the vast depths of space.
I was infinitesimal!
At that point, I turned
Around and began walking
Back to the party.
–Photo by Aaron
michaeljordahl 
Beautiful photo!
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My son thanks you, Lane!
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Wow! What a beautiful poem-story and photo putting our lives into a greatly expanded viewpoint. Happy Holidays to you, Aaron and all your loved ones. 💫💞🙏
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Thank you very much, Shelley! I hope all is well “up north” also!
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Thank you, Shelley! Im having trouble sending a reply; it keeps saying I already sent it.
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Ah, yes, you did so this wild snowstorm must have sent it like a snowflake swirling about in the wind. Tech is great when it works. Thank you for your efforts to comment. It brightened my day here. ❄️🌬️🌩️💫
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A great lesson learned, Michael. We are all just dust in the wind!
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Once you’ve been belittled by the universe, all others are inconsequential!
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