Cinching my robe and sliding my stiff awakening feet into moccasins every morning in the hours before dawn, I step out with my canine companion, Bella, and we walk in the dark.
As dark as we can find.
The darker the pathway beneath our feet, the brighter the stars above.
We look up to dizzy ourselves tracking the lights. It's a star party and we walk the perimeter, earthbound with no invitation and imagine stories.
Everyone is dressed to the nines. They are brilliant, Perseus and Casseopia, in diamonds flung against a flowing garment of black velvet.
Or the gods allow hints in pin pricks letting through just a smidgeon of light from the multi-verse on the other side of the black paper canopy overarching us all. That light is too powerful for us to see. We'd be blinded by it given the full impact of its brilliance. A disco ball universe.
Canis Major follows Orion on his nightly hunt, as loyal and content as my dog does. Belted by three gems at his waist, Orion's arm is extended pulling back his giant bow.
The Pleiades, seven soft sisters, crowd shyly near Taurus, and sometimes flirt with Orion. They are decked in milky gossamer, less boisterous, more radiant these December nights.
Castor and Pollux, The Celestial Twins load up their Roman candles and bottle rockets and fling them toward earth leaving crackling sparkling trails and tails...
It may be ice age frigid tonight, but the Geminids promise a real show for those hearty souls who will be looking up. If you do, you'll be sharing the spectacle with me. And, I will enjoy your company.
More celestial events to follow this month. And I have a story to tell...