Even though I wasn’t sure where I’d be able to see it. And even though the internet said I should probably have binoculars. And even though I was cold. I decided to drive to the edge of town to see what I could see. I was in one of the cemeteries that I’d visited once or twice before. The driveway and little road through the cemetery were so iced over that I was terrified I was going to lose control and drive over or into a grave, and you just know you will be haunted by whomever you do that to.
With good reason.
So that didn’t happen, and I was happy about that. Grabbed my camera. Grabbed my coffee. The place was a skating rink. You know, you might even become low-grade haunted if you slip and fall on a grave. But I avoided that too. I just became engrossed by the ice. And the pretty sunset. And the deer off in the distance, which were too small to photograph. And then I said, to hell with you, comet. I thought of driving up the road a ways where it might be clearer, but by that time a condition technically known as “too effing cold” set in and I went home.