…there you go, flitting across the night sky.
I’ve watched you take tiny, nightly steps in that westerly direction since the autumn wind blew giant oak leaves across the garden, tossing golden tomato seeds to kingdom come.
For years, when Zip required a leash and supervision as she did her 3:00am business, you were my steady winter companion – you, with your four squares and that flashy sash. Unchanging. Solid as a rock!
And though we don’t visit every single night these days, when I am out, I always look up to whisper hello.
But it’s March now.
My friend, it’s just about time for you to go.