If all the answers seem to be in the night sky, in the starlight, it’s because they are – from Strangely Becoming.
We remembered with only a minute to spare. We raced and had to stand in the middle of the street, where palm trees and electrical wires and rooftops don’t interrupt the view. Then we had to orient ourselves. The streets in our town aren’t laid out the way they ought to be; what the mind thinks is west is really east inching into south, but who had time to ponder the frailty of our sense of direction when maybe we were missing it, were we missing it? And cars kept coming and passing and we dodged them as we searched the sky for the Space Station. Continue reading “Where the Secret Hides”