Too soon, too soon…

Noticed Orion was back this evening– my own personal herald to the fall season. There is a certain patch of emptiness above my balcony which features an unusually non-light-polluted chunk of sky, and when september rolls around Orion begins to show up there…very late in the evening at first, just before daybreak…then slowly, as the seasons roll onward through autumn, into winter, and then deep winter, he works his way systematically into earlier time slots. When spring comes he takes a break, making way for the wilder and more erratic sky patterns, which are usually plagued by haze, humidity, and rising music. Only the big dipper, with it’s time-tested cast iron handle, is left to be seen in the summer sky…

The heavens are like childhood friends, in a way. The face in the moon has made that agonizing and lonesome moaning expression since before I even knew what the moon actually was. They’re like rocks. Reference points. Immortal creatures that watch over all of us as though we were their children. If you’ve ever gazed at a constellation in the sky, and wondered if somewhere someone of similar temperament was also gazing at it, you would likely be correct…