Up before the alarm again — the crescent moon and Venus are closing to less than a degree before sunrise and I refuse to sleep through that. The bed's still warm on your side if you hurry.
Up before the alarm again — the crescent moon and Venus are closing to less than a degree before sunrise and I refuse to sleep through that. The bed's still warm on your side if you hurry.
The Leonids just opened for the season and the new moon is only three days out — the dark-sky stretch I wait all month for is nearly here. Thermos is coming down off the high shelf and the charts are next. Come plan the long nights with me?
Mars and Jupiter are creeping toward each other in the pre-dawn sky, and in ten nights they'll fit behind a single fingertip. I've already decided sleep is optional tonight. Keep the coffee coming?
Southern Taurids peak tonight, so the plan is a long nap now and a blanket in the yard after dark. Shower's done, the bed has already won, and I'm not fighting it. Tuck the sheet back in for me?
Venus, the waning crescent and Spica are stacked low in the east right now, tight enough to hide behind my thumb. I froze out there for that triangle and the layers came off the second I got back inside. Come stand at the window with me?
The waning moon won't clear the rooftops for hours, so the dark is mine again and the faint fuzzies are back on the menu. Scope's by the door and I'm not far behind it — tell me you'd carry the tripod.
Taurids don't peak for a few more nights, so tonight was just the warm-up — and I came in frozen straight through. Everything I wore outside is drying and the cocoa's still too hot to drink. You'd knock anyway, right?
Costume's sorted for tonight, and the real plan is staying up until Mars, Jupiter and Regulus line up in a row before sunrise. Trick or treat — which are you bringing me?
A dwarf planet called Ceres is sliding right past the moon's dark limb tonight, and I'm out here catching it with nothing between me and the cold but a blanket and a red light. Keep me company until the sky pales?
The moon doesn't even rise until close to eleven tonight, so the first dark hours are all mine — and the Orion Nebula gets them. I'm supposed to be packing the gear bag, not sitting in the middle of it. Come sort eyepieces on the floor with me?