they are wrong? What if the truth lies within? What if everything projected upon us is a distraction that inhibits us from discovering who we were meant to be? What if there was only love? What if there are no coincidences? Something to contemplate as by default, I have turned into a lab partner with a curious little being who has apparatuses and experiments strewn over every surface of our nest. This lab technician has unlocked a magic box. Look what she has activated after a week of heavy clouds, a break for this vision last night. The feature shot was on the day after the winter solstice, a thirty-minute clearing from drifting clouds to one of the sharpest evenings skies I have ever witnessed. If you remain still, you can even feel the rhythms of the ancient song lines woven into the constellations.