What a sky! The winter asterisms return to the predawn skies, marking our arcing around Old Sol toward the cooling, colorful days of fall.
We see this clocking in early evening. Hour by hour, the handle of Ursa Major, the Big Dipper, clocks westward, then north as this great good Earth spins deeper into night. Alcor and Mizar, the horse and rider, mid-handle, gallop relentless.
We mark our arcing around Old Sol month by month watching the handle of Ursa Majoris at the same hour each eve, its slow, relentless tick across the dial of the heavens. A clockwise movement night after night. It becomes a celestial minute hand of days and an hour hand of months.
I stand in wonder as the heavens wander. I dare to see this heretical Galilean vision. I close eyes of proud discovery and open new eyes of shared wisdom-timeless knowing of seers, sages and adepts. My proud feet stand firm on this soil, while my wandering eyes, soaring in these arcing heavens, now merely ride this accreted orb in its arc through the night.
What a Sky! 