Last evening there came together a set of circumstances which resulted in an awesome* experience for vanilla and BBBH. Circumstances? a) I had heard during the day that the International Space Station might be viewed at 6:17 p. m., b) I just happened to look at the clock at 6:17, and c) it was a perfectly cloudless and dark evening, moon and stars shining brightly.
I ran outside and looked slightly west of north and behold! I spotted the satellite at eleven o'clock as I faced north. I ran into the house excitedly calling for the Better Half to join me in the yard, which she did. We watched as the object, brightly reflecting the sunlight which no longer lighted our spot on earth, silently progressed to the northeast and eventually faded from sight.
I stood in awe of the ingenuity of mankind; then I took my eyes from the spot where the ISS disappeared from view and looked around the night sky. I thought as my .eyes attempted to penetrate the depths of the star-studded skies, "God makes worlds, man makes tinker toys."
*I have come to dislike the word because of its incessant and flippant use, too often applied to something which is in no way awesome. It has lost its meaning. But in this instance, I can think of no other word which fits as well, assuming we take it at its true worth.