Leo

Leo

My birthday is coming up.  I will turn 66 years old.  I was looking on the calendar to find the next payday, and it turned out to be that date.  I took me a moment to realize there was something else about that date.  I am getting better with the me-centric universe: maybe.

This phase of a person’s year is a time of reflection.  It is a time to look at what a body can do about correction, and what a body has going on until the next one.  I decided I do not know the stars and location of the constellation Leo; I am not even able to pick it out in the sky.  That is simply wrong.  I am going to fix that.

Last night I went outside to poke at that problem.  The stars on Ursa Major pointing to the spot where the correct stars should be was behind the tree line.  I need to get higher and away from town.

No time is truly wasted.  It was less than 48 hours to the full moon.  If the moon was a bull’s head, a Texas Longhorn,  Jupiter and Saturn would have been the tips of its horns.

About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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