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| The teapot disappears into the West |
The teapot of Sagittarius slips by almost unnoticed, hidden by trees and hedges.
A lone telegraph pole points to the star
Nunki.
From our garden vantage point, only the handle of the teapot is seen.
Kaus Australis and companions are hidden by the damn hedge!
Hercules leans over, seemingly intent on
grasping Lyrae the Harp. Vega shines so
brightly…
Jean Michelle Jarre plays through my headphones.
The songs are full of cascading arrangements, beautifully composed to fit in with the stars above my head.
The "Oxygene" album is the perfect accompaniment
to the twilight of a summer’s night.
A warm midnight breeze blows over
my face and arms.
I lie back on my ground blanket and survey
this Beautiful Cosmos.
Westward, Arcturus greets the roof ridge of my neighbour’s house.
Like moths to a flame, a scattering of artificial satellites track and
race towards the Northern twilight.
Izar is gleaming tonight. Another satellite
grazes Cor Caroli
The Milky Way is spread like much
glittering white sand.
Each time I walk the Milky Way I am once again a child.
Perseus and Andromeda stand watch in the
East.
Not long to wait for the meteor shower.
At my grandmother's house some forty years
ago, I eagerly awaited the Perseid meteors.
To this day I am still captivated the Perseid fireworks.
