Mark Cunningham (text) and Mel Nichols (photos): nightlightnight
9-11 p.m.
Caelum at meridian in January, Cygnus in September. For a short time, the star charts become accurate. The full moon is full for one minute, maybe less. And I remember it’s always darkest right above my head. Peripheral vision catches the quicker burn-outs. As in a dream, the word “dream” changes from its day meaning of something I need money and appointments to realize to its night meaning of something I need money and appointments to realize. I nod. A minute later, I nod again.
