Just there. Always. Last year. Next weekend. Today with 30 minutes notice.
What do you want to do?
Up a mountain.
Side of the road, head thrown back, star gazing. Beaming blinding moon.
His arm must have been just floating behind my back. Asking sweet gentle permission, is this okay?
Okay, well there’s the Big Dipper you know that. And then where there would be a line that goes to Polaris. The North Star. The one that all of the other ones rotate around. But that’s some old time sailor stuff.
Over there, you see that cluster of stars with the bright one in the middle, that’s the one on the Subaru logo. Pleiades.
There’s Orion and those there are his belt of course. And the one that looks like a sigma that’s Cassiopeia. And then there’s this one and I know I was supposed to remember the shape, but I’m not sure anymore.
Later he would say I’m not very good at stars. I’d say you did pretty well.