TwelveUniverse

It is night. I exit the train station. I feel the fresh air on my skin. The sunset had left a purple afterglow in the sky. Pastoral by Christian Löffler started playing in my headphones. The first stars are appearing, and as always, I am trying to find Ursa Major. Constellations do not really exist; they are only a projection of some arbitrary stars. They can only be seen from our planet during a specific time. But they are a shared experience among all living beings. They reference precisely where and when we live. They remind us to live here and now. The song is over. I am home.