Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Cold, sky and Leonids.

1. The weather has changed and the cold is like a smack in the face.

2. I stop on our hill to compare the sky with my astronomy app. End up marvelling and gossiping about celestial matters with my neighbour and a passer-by.

3. I glance up as I lift the bin and a shooting star falls down the southern sky.

Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

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