The permanence of ink

nospam@example.com (Megan) — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 20:27:00 +0100

Ken has said for the last couple of years now that if he ever got a tattoo, he thinks he would get one of the molecular structure of ATP. He says ATP is the one thing that has been constant in his life.

I have long been a star watcher. For as long as I can remember, oh, the joy of standing under a crisp night sky, the stars so brilliant that reaching out to touch one would likely find fingers on a hard-edged diamond or a white hot ember. In the magic of one such night, wind tangling through my hair and finding its way into the crevasse between my down and my woolies, I thought, "Here is my constant." Some hesitation held me, which perhaps might in part be explained by my lack of trips Outside to somewhere reputable. But perhaps it was a great deal more.

I stood under my night sky just now, waiting for Kaia to finish her visit to the spruce off the deck. And there she was, twinkling down overhead, the first night in a long while my eyes have sought her out of the chaos of the sky. Cassiopeia. Constant as ever. Constant as she may be, life has whirled and changed. Has her meaning?

For now, I remain ink free.

lutrian dreams - Sky Watching

The permanence of ink