Star Star

Saturday night. Cold night. I don't often utter expletives when alone, unless I've hit my thumb with a hammer. "Fucking Hell!" was all I could contribute to the annals of astronomy when I saw Saturn and it's rings for the first time. I had one minute of silence and wonder before cloud cover brought me back to Earth.
A photograph is no substitute for the experience of photons bouncing around outer space and hitting the back of your eyeball but this is the closest to my view of the planet.

I'm not a believer in coincidence, recently, several unrelated events have led me to W. G. Sebald. I shall begin reading as soon as possible.