Like the ancient Egyptians and Maya, I watch the sky for omens. This morning in the predawn sky I first noted Orion the Hunter for this season. WHile it is a swell attractive constellation, it is also the harbinger of the coming death and desolation that is winter. When he shows up, summer is trying to wind down. Foo. I like things green and alive - like the dairy products in my refrigerator.
The only positive was that I finally spotted Venus in the morning sky. Due to clouds and whatall - hey, this is Michigan - I had not yet seen her since she left the evening sky. I find solace in her presence up there.