At five this morning, I glanced up through a bathroom skylight, and saw stars.
"Oh, good," I thought. My view across the lake from the living room window wall had shown sullen, reddish cloud cover, but my aspect is toward the East and South. The sky is often very different at the front of the house.
Wrapped in an old duvet, I went to lie on the driveway, to make a few wishes on shooting stars.
Orion is the only constellation I am confident in recognizing.
I freely admit it.
It's the alignment of his kinky belt that draws my eye every time.
Anyway, oh joy! I was able to see the Orionids. Meteors ejaculating from the general region of Orion.
I wasn't able to wish fast enough --for romantic inspiration-- there were so many.
I wonder why we wish when we look up at a combusting grain of sand but not at a flash of lightning?
I wonder how or whether a meteor shower would mess with an alien spaceship's "cloaking" or "Virtual Invisibility".
Having wished, I now must get back to work, because wishes don't make word count, not even when one is writing an alien romance.
I may edit this blog to unrecognizability in the coming days.
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Looking below Orion's belt
Posted by Rowena Cherry at 8:36 AM
Labels: alien romance, meteors, newslwtter, Orion, Orionids, Rowena Cherry. Forced Mate
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