We sat on the porch last night around one o’clock and looked at the stars. This isn’t something we usually do, simply because the twelve stars one can usually see in the Los Angeles night sky are underwhelming, at best. Last night was different. The sky was clear and the stars were sharp and cold and bright. Mars, sparkling and pink, perched above the chimney of the cottage next door, and we watched the moon go down as the stars spun low in the arc of the sky.
The stardust sifted down on us imperceptibly as we watched their slow dance. Continue reading