Being hit by a meteorite

It’s pretty amazing to be outside on a sunny day.  The warm sun, a gentle breeze, the sounds of life all about you.  To just consider for a moment the way that we are all connected within Earth’s biosphere, how that breeze has blown thousands of miles, how the life all about you is exploiting the same air you are breathing is incredible.  When you consider the tree of life and the story of Darwinian evolution the inter-connectedness of it all becomes breathtaking.

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The Smudge of Galactic History

It makes no sense really.

The sky is full of points of light and planetary discs.

Defined, finite, predictable.

Then you notice that funny, soft focus patch.  Your eyes aren’t sure and you blink.

Glare? Light pollution?  It’s almost imperceptible.  Distant unresolved stars?

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The Sodium Glow of Debate

Everywhere I look there is a glow.

I wish it was the Milky Way.

Stronger at the horizon, but still reaching the zenith over my head.

I wish it was moonlight.

It’s orange, occasionally white and sometimes it brightens suddenly with amazing intensity.

I wish it was the afterglow of a naked eye supernova.

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The Pale Graphite Dot

I’ve just put a dot to the left of Jupiter.

It took a few moments thorough my eyepiece to judge how far to the left.

Then I put a small dot on the page of my notebook and moved on.

A tiny piece of graphite pushed into the grain of the paper.

It looks so innocuous, so insignificant, so tiny.

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Bored of Jupiter

Ok, I’m going to confess.  I decided I am bored of looking at Jupiter.  Yes, I know…”how could you?!” Well during my last two observing sessions I barely gave the King a second naked eye glance, let alone swing the scope on to ‘His Highness’.  When I thought about it I decided I was a little bored of Jupiter.

Turn the clock back to August and a warm, dreamy night in Regent’s Park with the Baker Street Irregulars.  We stood under a midnight sky, surrounded by the last die-hards who kept muttering it was probably time to go home, but all desperate to pay homage to the newly risen master of the sky and all eager to peer through the murk of the horizon and see that distinctive flattened shape and dark equatorial belts.

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