Relative Something

We were blessed with a thrilling atmospheric spectacle last weekend in the form of a halo around the sun. Cyndie called me to the front door to look up and see it, but all I could do was squint into the bright light in the sky. I couldn’t see a thing. She grabbed me by the shoulders and moved me over to the spot where she was standing, where a pine tree blocked the sun.

“Oh! There it is!”

Thanks, universe. That was really cool.

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