Spotting Cassiopeia’s, he shifted in his chair aligning the telescope a group would later use, the fire pit glowing, crickets hum.
An Equinox barely past, a rare eclipse awaits, on a crossover day he rescends galloping, as the fox barks again.
Monthly Archives: September 2015
Flying w/out Wings
Thud!
From a high limb a young chipmunk survives a fall onto a spongy, recently rain soaked ground; stunned, pause, frenetic is his retreat.
Blocking, he staggers away opposite to my curiosities of astronomy, at least those being read as a Sunday morning distraction.