All I want is quiet, and a cozy place to sit and watch the sky. I love watching the stars walk so stately slow in their circle of misty light. Even more I like looking out through my blinds at the rain humming to itself in its hissing voice. Every now and then there's an eclipse of the moon, and that's really special. I saw my first one back in the early eighties from the Promenade, surrounded by hundreds of star freaks and seekers. At its height the moon looked like an old dirty penny in the gutter, stained invisible reddish brown and almost lost against the suddenly bright stars. And when the light returned after a couple of hours all the people cheered, and I realized how hard it had kicked me in the guts.
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