Stick the Landing!

Ugh, traveling. How can one simple word host so many horrors? I doubt I need to go into details for the majority of any audience I may have, but wow.

Moving on, walking home late at night, I stare up into the sky, as humans are want to do. I don't know very much about constellations. In fact, I only regularly recognize two of them: Orion (thanks, Men in Black!) and Ursa Major (or the Big Dipper for most people I know). I like to find these two imaginary figures in the night sky, probably just to make myself feel better that I can recognize something most don't even care to look for.

This night, interestingly enough, I finally found Orion falling head first into the horizon behind me. It took me a moment to realize why this position felt odd. Approximately seventeen seconds, in fact, or the amount of time it took me to turn down the final road that led to my house. Looking up here I suddenly remembered that Orion had been falling towards the distant boundary right in front of me as I walked home several months prior.

I just thought it was interesting that where once The Warrior dropped on the path I was walking, he now fell in behind me. *cue artsy-fartsy list of possible symbolic meanings*. So glad I could indulge both of our intellects with that.

And around we go...