Alone in the Universe

Plotting a course through the immensity of the universe it never pays to dwell on our place in it, nor even ponder a little. Yet it is a constant this universe of ours; this immensity and our aloneness in it.

 

We are all so mobile and so connected yet if we stop to take notice, we are amongst the lucky ones.

Fields (liberated ones)

Free of woods, free of buildings, free of debris, they seem to move with the wind. Open land, cleared and enclosed but not magnetic. Not the meta in the data, not the field in the record. Cleared for landing, for grounding, a parcel, a lot -- a lot of lots, spruce barrens and fallow.

Weed research, foraging for biodiversity.

The Firmament (warning: archaic word)

The vaulting arch of the sky at once luminous, limitless, and ever moving, puts on a planetary show at nightfall. Within their own spheres, in their own orbits, they speak of light from long ago. Such immensity only shows itself in the dark.

No longer navigational guides they have become beacons to our future and objects of wonder.

Refugees

Mass movements in trickles or torrents; it is a perilous journey. Taking only what can be carried, the way is fraught with crises and the possibilities of crises within catastrophe.

"... in front of us and behind us, above our heads, on our right, on our left, below our feet and every other side to which we are exposed..."