I picked her up 8 PM

As she locked the front door
I stood aside breathing in deeply
the cold winter sky

Where are we off to?
she asked excitedly

Pointing up I blurted
Orion Nebula, a star-forming region
below Rigel and Betelgeuse
there’s some folks I’d like you to meet

After staring at me long and hard, she said
Wait here a moment, let me grab my gloves

Chagall 2015

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