Winter triangle

The past couple of nights before heading to bed, I’ve been watching the stars + moon; all the lights off in the house, all the lights on in the sky. Winter Triangle rising over the ocean as we make our move through the milky way.

Standing in the dark house, I steady my elbows on the kitchen windowsill, my eyes through the binos. Even with a bright waning moon, my view is full of stars. Scanning the sky, I find Betelgeuse, flickering red, like a cardinal on Orion’s shoulder, singing birdsong to The Hunter as he prepares for winter.