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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