A little streak of illumination eludes me. Comet Neowise is hiding behind high noctilucent clouds. I’m out for a second date with my shy companion.
Neowise is an infrequent visitor to the mountain, last seen here around the time of the earliest use of papyrus to make record. Tweaked by a trick of mass distorting space, it will soon go unseen for the best part of seven thousand years. Unless of course humans spread out to meet it halfway.
Anyway we had a chat last night, posed for pictures and then went separate ways. Tonight we glimpsed each other between a twitch of net and curtain and I waited at the bus stop for a speculative hour.
