I arrived at Daniels’ Park at a later time of day this time; the sun was already gone and that was probably because of my poor planning but it was something different. I parked and got out of my car and realized I would see nothing exciting from the side that I would normally go on so I sat down and faced the moon. It was gigantic and bright orange as it rose above the horizon; it lit up the park and the residential areas surrounding it. It was so large that I could make out the shadows without my glasses on, something I usually cannot do. It was a spectacular sight that I won’t forget anytime soon.
Nighttime and daytime provide such different experiences here. During the day, you look out and down at the plants or at the mountains; there’s not much to do when it’s dark there other than look up at the sky. But, out here, it doesn’t disappoint. There is so much air pollution back home in New York when compared to this spot. I can see so many stars and constellation and it serves as a reminder of the sublimity of life, of the midterms I’ve gotten terrible grades on, of the Arabic homework that’s stressing me out to no end, and all of those minuscule things that won’t matter much in the end.