So vividly I can remember standing out in the old street, gazing up at Hale-Bopp: snowballing through Infinity as it seemed, slowing long enough to take a little hand and nurture a so very young sense of wonder. My first memory of ever looking at the Sky - I have been trying to touch a Star ever since - tracing Constellations; someday, to connect the dots and "dance on tightropes in between"
Maybe it's strange, but I find it much easier to accept that the Comet won't return for millennia than to believe that that night was a full decade ago.
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