Back from falling off the face of the Earth

Water splashes on the rocks behind me, as I lounge in a recliner on the dock. The sky is black, littered with stars... Ok, that is an exaggeration. The stars are scarce, and the fireworks that once colored the horizon are now dwindling. Mars stares back at me-- a tiny, red marble in the sky. Jupiter is to my left, with a slightly yellow hue.

Across the darkened lake, a myriad of colored lights from boats and houses disturb the blackness that would otherwise be lost to a great emptiness. It is like sitting at the end of the world. Even though I have seen what is out there, from this space and time, it is nothing.