last night was clear and crisp and cold.  i looked up at the stars as i rounded the corner of my house and stared up the stairs.  i saw orion's belt and smiled at it.  and then i wondered why three stars close together had to be a belt.  and i thought that's just what i was told when i was little, and so that is what it is.  i wonder if they are something else to someone else who was told that since they were little.  i like how i can see the stars from my house on a clear night.  there's something precious and magical and comforting about stars.  something that makes you feel so tiny in a creation so intricate and organized and expansive and full of wonder.