Last night we drove thirty miles north to take dinner to a friend who has just had the most technologically amazing surgery. (It went well, but he’ll be in a neck brace for months.) We had a nice evening, looking at gorgeous things (he makes astonishing jewellery with amethyst, pearl, gold, agate and other pebble-sized semi-preciousness–more on this another time) eating good home-cooked food and drinking Rioja (moderately, because of the drive). A plain but lovely evening between old friends.
On the way back the night was black and sharp, the stars brilliant, with a quarter moon lying on its back and huge Douglas firs looming on each side of the road. There wasn’t much wind but the night tasted wild. As we got nearer the Sound, and our house, the trees got bigger, the roads narrower, and the sky smaller. And then I saw Orion–more clearly than I have for years–and he bestrode our house, the star at the tip of his sword looking as though it was about to go down our chimney. And I felt oddly comforted: we have a star warrior guarding our lives; we have the room and time to laugh and drink and love a little before armouring up for the fray in the morning.
We got out of the car, and the night was silent apart from the groan and whisper of trees and some night bird lecturing a vole about something. The air smelt of good dirt and breathing trees. The moon had mellowed; a bank of inky cloud came floating across the water like a pillow.
I slept well. I hope you did, too.
Nicola Griffith 
One night last week, my sweetie and I got home from a friend’s house and as I closed the car door, I looked up. We live in what others might call the boonies, but I can’t imagine having lived any other way. It’s dark here, and quiet. I looked up at the millions of stars and actually had trouble finding Orion above our house. He was literally surrounded by bright, beautiful stars. It’s so amazing.A few days later we got a snowstorm. Here on the coast of Maine we get snow, sleet and rain all from the same storm, and we can hear each time precipitation transitions from a quiet hiss of snow to the high-pitched ‘tink’ of sleet hitting our windows. I want to invite everyone over to experience this amazing thing. If only I could bottle it…
Orion was the first constellation I recognized as a kid. I knew him as Orion the hunter.By the way, there are only so many ways to say “you write beautifully.” So, you write beautifully.
Wow. That sounds beautiful. I really, really, miss seeing stars. In fact, coincidentally I was just thinking/writring about stars.It’s good to think of you two being gaurded by a star warrior.
Orion is probably my FAVORITEST constellation. The band Metallica does a BEAUTIFUL instrumental piece titled Orion. :) You should check it out sometime.I slept well, actually, thanks for asking. I guess it helps when I remember to don my carpel tunnel arm braces before I go nighty-night though.
Carpel tunnel? Sheesh, we’re like twins or something.I’m useless when it comes to constellations, but there’s a book in there somewhere…
A very sweet, quiet evening, well told. Thank you!