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10.27.05 Not what remains, or what follows, or what deteriorates, is important; only, I often watch the sun slip slowly underneath the boughs of the trees, an hour before the sky begins to darken; and then I wait and watch, and number the stars as they appear in the slowly darkening sky; and in my mind I trace lines between them, which are at first very long and straight, since only a few stars can be seen, but over the course of time become more numerous, and shorter, and sometimes bent, as more stars appear. And on some nights there is a moon, which drowns the light of the stars in it's own light, so I can't see them, and on some nights there are clouds, which completely obscure not only the stars but also the sunset which preceded them, and on other nights it is simply too cold to go out and watch the sunset or the stars, and I am reduced to staying indoors by the furnace vent and remembering nights when I could go out and watch. Back |