There's something quite melancholic about constellations leaving your window.
In late January, I began the habit of stargazing since my roof window gave a lovely view of all the stars and planets that resided southwards. I first learned about the position of the Orion's belt, then with the use of that could point out my favourite star; Sirius, Procyon, the Taurus constellation, the Pleides, and got friendly with the brightness of Jupiter.
As the weeks passed, it was Jupiter who left first, only being up in the sky while the sun shone. Last week, I thought about how, a few months before when I looked at the sky, I could only see a jumbled disarray of stars, and now I could name them one by one. Since I loved their myths, I was happy for the appearance of the twins in my window, and when last week I was abroad, I was joyous to see all my favourite stars together. (It was also wonderful that my brother's a gemini and my sister's a taurus, thus their constellations were up together.)
Tonight, when I opened my window, I couldn't recognize the stars that were in the sky. I was back to that older me who only saw stars without their name. Luckily, Castor and Pollux were next to my windowpane if I moved a bit forward, so I could use a starmap to identify some of my new friends.
Regulus became my new Procyon, and Alphard took the place of my beloved Dogstar.
I don't know if there's something wrong with me, but the first Interview with the Vampire paperback had a chunk from the middle falling out, and now, with the Tale of the Body Thief, the front cover and the first few pages just fell apart. And don't get me wrong, I love a good lived-in book, but I'm still on the hundredth page or so.
I usually don't post anything personal on here besides the musical reviews, but last summer I've been in Paris, and I accidentally found Victor Hugo's house, and at the café there I ordered in French which was really special to me because I've only been learning it for a year, and it's been my first out loud spoken thing in French besides to my teacher, and they understood my order. And like I partially choose French because Les Misérables is my absolute favourite book, so it was so nice to first use it in Hugo's parisian home.