Jupiter, Venus, or Saturn?
Friday evening. Nancy and I have just come back from having dinner and making our bi-monthly trip to the grocery. On the way home, I've already made up my mind that I'm going to be sitting out by the fire pit for awhile this evening.
The first fire of the spring. It's an opportunity to watch dusk slip to dark, the beginning of the new moon, a slight sliver in the western sky, its complete disc barely visible. Just off to the southwest glows a planet, I'm guessing it's Venus. The fire lets out a hiss, then a crackle. Off in the distance I can hear a dog barking, the faint cries of a child come through - perhaps not wanting to come in from the dark.
The neighborhood is still relatively quiet in the evenings. You can still hear yourself think sans the interrupting noises that are typical of suburban living.
It's getting close to my bedtime and I need the fire to die down quicker. In the meantime, I'll wait, pondering the many things that one ponders while watching a fire and relish in the magic of its wonderful dance.