The crescent moon, smiling, winking (and Regulus a tiny spec, or freckle).

This was yesterday morning on the 19th.

I saw it, did you see it? It was better in person, this simpleton doodle doesn’t do it justice. It was magical, it was just the torch of joy I needed.

You read that right. Torch!

It did torch my soul! Not touch, torch. It set it a blazing!!

Stars are brilliant fire balls so it makes sense. And we’re made of star stuff.