An age of daily miracles
Around this time of year, I start getting up when it’s still dark. The window with my desktop looks east, so I’ve been greeted by the bright voices of Venus and Mars.But this morning as I walked out of my back bedroom, I noticed a spot of light on the floor. I found it came from a high window, a star almost directly overhead. Now, normally I take the same approach to stars as my mother did with birds: you’ve got your robins, your blue jays, your woodpeckers, and your Little Brown Birds. But when someone leave a shy message at your very feet, well, you have to ask.
I think that gentleman is Castor, one of the Twins of Gemini. And by putting this machine I’m typing on to its other use, reaching out for information, I’m informed that Castor is not only half of the Castor and Pollux twins, he is also an entire star system, three sets of twins in one. He sent that patch of light that ended up on my carpet when I was twelve years old, and it arrived today, some 51 years later.
All in all, a nice way to begin the day.