Night of the Comet

I woke up early today, around 5 a.m.
Peeked out the window by the front door to see if the paper had been delivered.
Grabbed a jacket and slapped down the driveway to pick up the green Post-Gazette bag.
And then looked up.
The sky was like velvet, in deep inky blue-black. There was a wash of cloud across the dark, as if a great hand had dipped into translucent silver and slid fingertips across the bowl of the sky. Almost directly above was Orion's belt and as I gaped a falling star slipped across the night.
We are in the tail of Halley's comet (thank you Pete Zapadka), explaining the silver slip.
Then tonight, at the end of the dog walk, hanging low in the dusk was a golden, slim crescent of moon just above the treetops.
I don't believe that everything happens for a reason, because, the universe doesn't care. But I like taking randomness and ordering it, so, thanks to whoever, for the falling star and the golden crescent moon.
Love, Katy
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Sundown

Some days, it's all you can do with your wise old self to just let things be.
Things that shouldn't bother you, do, despite your best, very best, efforts to remain in control of that thing you have control of: reactions.

Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh

So today, spent not very effectively, (except for a mind-blotting gym workout) in control of reactions ended with me walking Twist through the neighborhood at dusk, with a bare glimmer of sun casting cloud shadows in the western sky.
I love our neighborhood; we are on a small hilltop so the rays of the setting sun, most especially in fall, throw lovely horizontal light under the bare limbs of old trees. And those bare limbs, black and crooked, look especially lovely backlit against the silver, magenta and deep coral of autumn's evening sky.
Couldn't help it. Bummed about so many things, but how to be bummed when this particular October sunset is so gorgeous?
Tears flowed.
Much to Twist's puzzlement.