THE CHALLENGE: WATCH THE SKIES PLEASE
I have always been drawn to watching the skies, not as a journalist first, but as a witness. There are moments when you look up and feel that what you are seeing cannot be fully explained, moments that stay with you long after the light fades. The sky holds mystery in a way nothing else does, and once you’ve felt that pull, it never really lets you go. I’ve seen things I can’t explain—strange movements, strange lights, moments where logic arrives a second too late. They don’t feel frightening so much as humbling. They remind me that certainty is fragile, and that our understanding of the universe is still in its infancy. Not everything demands an answer right away; some experiences ask only to be held, quietly, with reverence. Then there is the beauty. Comets carving silent arcs through the dark, appearing without warning and leaving us changed. They feel like messengers from deep time, older than history, reminding us that the universe has its own rhythms, independent of human lives. ...
