Scraps of Summer Blowing Across the March Sky

This morning, while walking the dog at 4:30 a.m., a trio of old friends greeted me. Yes, it's an odd hour for such meetings, but not when you consider that darkness is essential to these three. There, low in the east, was the Summer Triangle, making itself comfortable in March. The Three Celestial Wise Men, … Continue reading Scraps of Summer Blowing Across the March Sky

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