I spend a minute excitedly pointing out Cassiopeia to him–look, there’s the W, can’t you see it ??–until he interrupts me. “You’re looking at the Big Dipper.” Oh. So I am.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?” he asks. No. No, I don’t.
sleepless night
the moon encourages
my delusions
Red Dragonfly 