7:30 BELLS: Herald of Galaxies

Tonight, watching the evening star set in the western sea brings sadness—sadness for the end of summer and for the end of something important in my own life. Then I remind myself that the evening star isn’t moving, I am, with the turning earth. Because I look west toward the setting star, my back faces the direction the earth is revolving. And so backward I fall toward night.

Vertigo strikes as my mind grasps this headlong backward rush toward the endless stars. When something in life is ending, vanishing, or setting, I must remember that I’m only turning toward vastness. 

The evening star falling into the western sea is but a herald of galaxies to come.

Turning toward vastness makes the bells ring.