In one of last week’s posts, I tried to describe Seattle’s skyline in darkness, and here it is.
Standing on the Gasworks Park hill and looking out over the twinkling city, I was transported more than twenty years when M used to teach Astronomy classes from the rooftop of the Physics and Geology building at Davis.
Even on freezing winter nights, if it was clear, I would go up to the rooftop, five stories above the campus to listen to M lecture about any little sliver of light we could see (and some I simply could not).
I still love to watch him connecting the dots, listen as he is naming the sky.
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