Orion

When the trees lose their leaves, the hillside sparkles like a nighttime constellation. The city over the other side, shimmering, a nuclear-powered dream. A new place. But above is a familiar pattern. Stars shine from this new place. If you live long enough, and live to be in new places, you discover within you just how ancient these patterns are, and how they help tell your story. Constellations follow you, and their simplicity is so absurd. Feel them.