From the first page of Saul Bellow’s Herzog, this description of a lost soul floating between stars and locust seedlings has always moved UD, herself a serious star-gazer.
Late tonight she’ll haul her less oppressed consciousness out to a dark sky and see what she can see of the Geminids. She’ll write about it here.
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6:27 PM
It’s cloudy up and down the coast
But there are compensations.
Brief sightings of a crescent ghost
Still make it an occasion.
