Starlit

I can't say that Lisa is an astronomy buff (though she had us all up at 3am to watch the recent lunar eclipse). I can say that she admires the planets and the place they hang, the effect of their spin on the night sky and their luminous once-in-every-say-10,000-years habits.

Maybe it's something similar that Tania appreciates in theatre: the moment it creates is often spectacular, often beautiful, and is precious because it is never to return the way it is in this moment.

Venus is blazing in the night sky at present. Tania and Lisa have this magnificent tree-house-like bedroom, a bank of windows that hover just over the treetops in the edge of a valley. No blinds, so they are exposed to the wide open sky and its dramatic displays. And for the past three nights, Venus has been bearing down on Lisa like a landing plane. Tania, being a deeper sleeper, has missed the spotlight show.

Until last night. When she awoke at four. She didn't see it, and through a sleepy mumble channeled Edward G. Robinson from The Ten Commandments. In the same Brooklyn-esque, '30's era, cigar-chomping voice that queried: "Where's your God now, Moses?" Tania asked: "Wheya's ya stah now, Lisa?"

Unfortunately, Tania's brilliance, quite matching that of Venus, sounded to Lisa like: "mnah mnah mhnah star, Lisa? mnah mnah mnah?"

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