Orion has been our nighttime companion since we first crossed to Bimini. Heâ€™s the first constellation to show his face after the sun sets. He lunges forward, preceded by his Great Dane (Canis Major) and followed by his beagle (Canis Minor). They arenâ€™t coming for us, but are headed toward some threat we just havenâ€™t yet seen.
Usually there is little ambient light around us. All the constellations call out for recognition. Personally, Iâ€™m not that good at recognizing them. Oh, I can spot the Big Dipper and use it to find the North Star. (Actually, this is a nightly exercise. You should know that I came by habits like these honestly. My mother checks the stove burners each night to make sure they are still Off. And, since I can, I check Polaris to make sure north is still north.) Sadly, though, I donâ€™t know many other constellations yet.
Back to Orion. If I were a real ape man would I even spot him in the sky? Iâ€™d like to think so. He and his mutts show up early, ready to rumble. Heâ€™s obviously a dude. His belt is cinched tight, not like some super modelâ€™s low slung belt. And â€˜Is that a sword hanging from your belt, or are you just glad to see us?â€™
But this time of year, as he rotates further to the right, and sinks lower into the western sky, he looks less and less virile, and more and more like a chalk outline of Mr. Bill, after heâ€™s been pushed off the Empire State building by Sluggo.
Anyways, itâ€™s time to find the remote and switch channels. Our buddy Orion wonâ€™t be around to entertain us much longer.