"A friend is one before whom I may think aloud."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson --
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-- Ralph Waldo Emerson --
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I've discovered something else I miss besides the woods, and space, and quiet, and decent roads, and lack of crowding, and wild turkeys, and foxes, and deer, and cows (especially the calves).
I miss stars.
At the old house the sky was full of stars. Here there's a few. They are so few and so scattered that I can't find any of the few constellations I know. All my life Orion has been over my house, but I can't find him here. I can't find Ursa Major or Ursa Minor or the Milky Way! It's that bad.
I can't find Arcturus, the star that I'd assigned to Jay. Or the Pleiades.
I've missed the stars since I moved here, but I got especially frustrated when I saw a very bright star in the east (maybe a planet?), and tried to find some recognizable constellation somewhere so that maybe I could locate it on a star map and find out what it is.
Nothing. A star here, a star there. Scattered, far apart, and dim.
But at any time of the day or night, I'll see a minimum of three airplanes.
Not a satisfactory trade.
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Later - I found a website about stargazing (http://stardate.org/nightsky/weekly), and my mysterious "star" is Jupiter.
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