Hope was still out of breath from running out to class this evening, but thanks to her hand-knitted sweaters, socks, and mittens, she was toasty warm. She greeted the professor and a few fellow students and then settled into place to listen to what the teacher had to say. Ursa Minor--that was the little bear, wasn't it...Hope cocked her head from one side to the other, widened her eyes and then squinted them. No, it didn't look much like a bear to her. Hope's father used to name the stars for them at home and Hope had never been able to see the shapes of the mythic creatures in those constellations of stars. Maybe she just wasn't looking from the right angle.
But--what was that? A meteor shower! Now that was exciting--Hope was quite sure she would be able to make that out. |