Sunshine at last, and warm weather on the way. As I drove home last night from a truly lackluster CPR class, I noticed how much the stars have already shifted. Orion, the constellation that dominates the winter night sky, has rotated out of sight (or more accurately, the earth did–it’s all relative). Leo is headed away west, and the great bear fills the sky along with his guardian Arcturus in Bootes. Soon the scorpion will be rising, decorating the southern sky all summer long. The stars, to me, describe the inevitability of the seasons. The wheel of the night sky revolves through all my little endeavors. I think of how long the stars have been in place, and how little we all are.