Thursday, September 12, 2019

spotted the fish's mouth (Bradford)

Rhonda dragged me out to the back porch to see the Moon. Eww.

Gibbous. Intense. Behind wispy clouds.

I wondered where the planets were. Too late for Saturn and Jupiter.

She asked about the bright point below Jupiter, in the V of the trees. Fomalhaut, I surmised.

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