Thursday, March 21, 2013
I think there's a new comet out there, which I must remember to look for.
I've always loved comets, and remember getting up at 3 or 4 in the morning in Santa Fe in junior high to go out into the front yard and see whichever one that was.
They are like shooting stars frozen in place, except more of fire than ice. They are surely good omens, friendly visitants. They must have puzzled prehistoric, prescientific people, and told them fantastic stories.