Out of the way

I used to look at the stars, and I used to recognise the Southern Cross, Orion and not much else. When I looked at Orion in the Northern hemisphere, I suddenly realised that I could indeed see a person in it.

When I came back to Australia, as always, I looked out at the night sky from the plane. Since I have been here it has been clouded over, so I haven't seen the stars, and as always from a plane window I couldn't see anything much and pretty well nothing I could recognise.

In Melbourne I went to the Dan, as I usually do. Jetlagged and exhausted I spent the first hour drinking Soda water, as I normally don't. It's a place I have been going to for a long time. Recently, it seems that a friend stopped going there, which is a shame. But I keep going back there, and I pretty much always feel at home, whether I know everyone who is in, or only a couple of people. It is a place with lots of history for me, a place I feel at home, even though it is just a pub.

I actually don't look for Orion as much as I once did. It will always be there, which is nice to know. But it sort of feels a bit odd sometimes. I'd like to see the Southern Cross while I am here though (although it seeems that I might not get to).