Orion’s belt is my favorite constellation, mainly due to the fact it’s the only one I can actually identify. In Coorg, it was framed perfectly between the leaves of the trees, while a streetlamp in the corner of the image put stars a thousand miles away in the spotlight.
I see Orion’s Belt,
I remember the three letters that form your name,
And the three words I’ve always wanted to tell you,
The three words I’ve always wanted to hear from you — I love thee. 69 more words
If the almost-certain possibility of complete and absolute change scares you out of your wits,
And the concept of new and alien things sends your stomach flipping over like a coin falling back to earth and never landing the same way again, 110 more words