Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing down on the earth
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley
The nights are still cold here but the days are warming up. The Trinity site in southern NM opens only twice a year. First chance is next month so I hope to make it and have some pics.
I'm out.
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