I’m riding my bike beneath the ink sky. The air is cool and my jacket, thin. I shiver. Glancing up, I see dust and glitter — the Milky Way. I turn off my headlight and pedal in darkness. Brighter this way.
Suddenly, I see him. To the east, just coming up over the top of a hill — Orion!
Fall is coming.
“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
― Vincent Van Gogh