Last Tuesday, I sat down at the computer in the early afternoon and noticed a band of light, perhaps a half inch wide, on my right wrist, from the sun coming at a sharp angle through the window. Before my attention wandered, I noticed the strip narrowing ever so slightly. My mind, so easily takes the day for granted, when in fact the sun, and the angle of its light, is always moving. In much less time than I would have expected, the band of light grew thinner, and then vanished.
This afternoon I watched the sun set, off to the southwest over the buildings of Tyson's Corner, Virginia. Deep, golden red, and casting it's color onto scattered clouds, it slowly sank below the horizon, finally blinking out in gap between two tall buildings.
Tonight is cold, and as often happens, clear. As I walked home a little after 9 pm, I scanned the sky. Cassiopeia was overhead, and to the east a bit, I saw a blurry area that I thought might be the Pleiades. But that would mean Orion should be in the vicinity, and I couldn't see it. A half block more, and I spied the three points of light in the belt of the great constellation, which, still laying on its side, was rising above the eastern horizon.
The universe is always in motion, ever changing, even if sometimes our minds want to strip that complexity away for an illusion of constancy.
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