that dipper was a favorite of my father on warm summer nights and sub-zero cold ones.
It sure can change a young person's view of things, once discovered, gives everything meaning.
What wondrous memories you elicit in me with this poem, Teresa; not the Big Dipper, but Sputnik, with my dad.
I recall my older siblings talking about a satellite. I thought they said saddle light, could only associate it with what I knew: horses. One of my earliest memories was looking out and up as they talked about it, not knowing what to look for ... Good memories they make.
Oh, Teresa, that is so dear a memory. Saddle light. My dad showed us the north star, then said it was bigger than that and would be moving. Sure enough, it did. Isn't it wonderful how the heavens open up for children, even if it is an artificial saddle?
It is wonderful, indeed, and I'm so glad you returned with this sweet comment.
There is no better way to navigate through life than with the stars. The vast emptiness both keeps us humble and, at the same time, helps us to find ourselves in every sense.
Absolutely ... thank you for this thoughtful comment, Bill.
Thanks for sparking pleasant memories. For me and our kids it was Orion.
My pleasure ... the night sky provides some wonderful memories.
This is lovely.Made me smile :)
Thanks, Margie, good to see you ...
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