I took this picture a week ago while visiting my friends at uni. We were sat out in the cold eating chips and shivering. It didn't come out too well, you can't see all the stars. But they are there, just as they've always been, and as most of them will be long after we're gone. I like to think we're all made of a tiny bit of stardust, a tiny bit of the universe.
It's still Winter here, and bitter with it. I'm looking forward to Spring, watching the ground for signs of life, plants forcing their way through the frosty topsoil. Determined to reach the sun. I wish I had their determination, their desire for life.
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles, exploding like spiders across the stars." - Jack Kerouac.