I walked the dog up to the salt marshes yesterday to watch the sunset. What an evening. Not a cloud in the sky, a properly golden dusk and nary a sound for miles. Most of the snow was virgin and made that ever so pleasing underfoot crunch, but there were odd patches of compacted ice, completely frictionless and furrowed into precisely the right shapes for snapping ankles and popping knees, just to keep things interesting. Indeed, I did have an east-west episode with my feet and introduced an entirely unnatural strain to my gentleman's area.
What I found odd, though, as the sun fell away and the sky grew dark, was that the stars took simply ages to come out. It was almost fully dark before even the brightest of them appeared. For a while, I feared I was trapped inside an episode of Dr Who. 'I can't face the end of the world like this,' I thought. 'Not with throbbing giblets.' Luckily, though, by the time I got home Orion was up there in the sky, showing off as usual.
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What I found odd, though, as the sun fell away and the sky grew dark, was that the stars took simply ages to come out. It was almost fully dark before even the brightest of them appeared. For a while, I feared I was trapped inside an episode of Dr Who. 'I can't face the end of the world like this,' I thought. 'Not with throbbing giblets.' Luckily, though, by the time I got home Orion was up there in the sky, showing off as usual.
This anecdote was brought to you by pointlesstoss.com/snowpointevenreadingthis
Oh, and a very excellent Hoth scene there. Already we have a contender for Post of the Year 2010.
