Last night I happened to wake up in the wee hours. My eyes opened to the west, as they usually do here at Pi, to a sight that took my breath away. Even without my glasses, I had no trouble making out the constellation Orion, perfectly framed as it was by the large square window in my bedroom and perfectly brilliant as it was in the moonless, cloudless sky. The effect was startling, as though Orion paused in suspension, communing with me, just waiting for the chance that I would take him in. “Look at what magic passes by while you sleep,” he seemed to be saying.
I rooted around to find my glasses and walked onto the deck to get an even better view. By the time I crawled back under the covers, Orion was already out of frame. How lucky to have witnessed that special moment, when moon, fog, clouds, earth, stars – and even architecture – all conspired to captivate.
Love it mom!
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