January is an indoor kind of month. It's made of wet cement daytime skies and a cold that cuts. It smells like old books and candles, and makes me wear all my sweaters at once. Like clockwork it begs me to hibernate. But outside, on a cloudless night you'll find the brightest and twinkliest stars you'll ever see. A few constellations are easy to spot with the naked eye, and I can't resist stepping outside for a quick look.
Recently I've been reading about galaxies and animal constellations and the mythology attached to them. My favorite story is the Cherokee's description of how the Milky Way was created: an otherworldly spirit dog stole a ration of cornmeal and ran to the sky, spilling it as he traveled, creating stars.
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