I can imagine being away from city lights seeing all that you describe. I live somewhat out of town, but the night sky is still tainted with the artificial lights to the west.

I make it imperative for me to step outside in the darkness of each early morning to look at the sky to make sure that all is there as I remember. Only my eyes begin to fail me as I age, so it is difficult to see the Milky Way.

As you say, "Standing in the white, nude, pure, primal." I do the same. It is primal and bonding with basic needs: clean air, sky, space, quiet, freedom. Of course, in the winter, I need to get back into the house real soon to avoid freezing the family jewels.

Milliscent,

What a nice post...
It just makes us think that we would have liked to share this nice instant with you under the stars...

Sincerely,
Christine and georgette

Ms Milliscent

What a woderful post , it has hit upon one of the most cherished images in my life.
Driving over the north cascade highway on washington pass much younger, my father and i pulled over to lock the hubs. Once out one look around at the wonder of it all caused both of us to just stop and take it all in. Propped up on the hood of the bronco , just took some time from life and pondered the meaning of the universe and our place in it , there under that white moon and million stars lighting up the landscape like a ghostly white daylight , and not a soul around ( they had closed the pass ).
thank You
rebecca

Susan's pet,

I think that in many ways contemplating the universe in such a manner can be a deeply spiritual experience.

M

Christine & georgette,

Thank you, I am pleased that you enjoyed the post!

M

rebecca,

Thank you for your kind compliment, I am pleased that my post was able to call forth such a great memory.

While I've not seen all of our world Washington Pass must certainly rate as one of the most spectacular parts of it. It must have been a perfect place to have such an experience.

M

Ms Milliscent
That made me think of another night experiance I had.
It was very dark as I stood in the doorway looking down. Motores were sceeming and sparks shot by from the exhuast. They looked like tracers from a gun. There were two lights near the door, one green the other red. The red was on. Red and green, just like Cristmas tree lights.
Then the green came on and I jumped out the door. Twenty one other men followed me out. It was my second night jump. That was not as spiritual as your post however.

short tube,

I do not envy you the experience, but I do honor your sacrifice for our country. It takes I think a tremendous amount of bravery to make such a jump.

M