The pines & the stars

[puddleshark]

6am in the forest. Frost in the air. The black branches of the pines perfectly still, and between the branches the stars. The sickle of Leo. The cup of Corona Borealis. Jupiter in the west, very brilliant, coming and going between the tree trunks, reflecting sometimes as an eye-catching splash of yellow in the puddles. The crescent moon low in the south, hanging jauntily on one corner of Virgo (perhaps they had been partying), above a sea of mist.

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