Doubt, Hope, and A Beginning Far From Script
The fourth of August, and we are already up against cloud fronts barrelling in from the west bringing 15+ millimetres of rain. It wasn't supposed to begin this way. The first half of August is full of those sure thing, choose your favourite locations because the weather is perfect kinds of nights.
But hey, the weather system seemed to stall just long enough for whips of green to pulse above us after some hours of patiently waiting, listening to loons on lakes, and trying to figure out just how I've forgotten so much about all the astronomy it took years to self-learn in just three months of not speaking it every night.