

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.