I know a lot of you read this via syndication and never get to see
comments (you're really missing out, by the way.) This was so
beautiful, I thought it deserved its own post.
In my last post, reader jamenta left the following quote:
"White Sirius glittering o'er the southern crags,
Orion with his belt, and those fair Seven."
L244 Prelude, Wordsworth
I know this may sound pretentious, but when I read that, it took my breath away. I know that this may also sound pretentious, but I actually gasped out loud. It reminds me of Hemingway's six word story: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
When I wrote dusk earlier tonight, I thought that I'd follow up with a "night" post later this evening. I thought I'd write about how when I look up into the dark night sky from my back yard, I automatically look for Sirius, Orion and the Pleiades. Having read Wordsworth, I will just lamely add, "What he said."