As a Californian it pains me greatly to say this: crappy weather really does make you appreciate the good weather more.
I stepped outside to burn my trash this evening and the stars shocked me with their indecency.
I went inside and grabbed my constellation book. I found for the first time Columbia (the dove) and Lepus (the Hare), and rediscovered a number of others. A couchsurfer recently theorized that my interest in constellations is a straightforward outgrowth of my obsession with geography. True, but that’s only part of it. I know now why they were so important to seafarers back in the day: navigation, sure, but also a familiarity that borders on friendship. You build up a rapport with the sky, and you can take that anywhere...
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Hi, we hope you take your book on constellations on your bike trip, it will be exciting to see if you can find more star formations. Love ya, G & G Wiz.
sooo true!!
I invented a constellation once, and it took me several hours to try and point it out to people. It's a diamond with an extra star kind of off to the side.
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