As November ends, I realize I have not mourned the early absence of the autumn leaves. It has re-opened the sky in my valley; a sky largely hidden in summer by the lushness of the tall-tree greenery here.
Coupled with our unusual gift of clear skies day and night throughout the month, my dog and I have been rewarded each morning, in our pre-dawn walks, by the spectacular brilliance of Venus in the eastern sky.
That's not remarkable, astronomers have written; it's predictable. But to me, it was remarkable the first time I "met" the planet as a stargazing child. And each time thereafter, each time I see it, it has been remarkable all over again.
Predictable or not.
Predictable or not.
