The man at the observatory said it’s the cream dot over the
treeline. There it was like all the others but then we curved the steps to look
through the lens 130x bigger, more than these words, and that dot was striped,
massive Jupiter, real and floating in lonely space. Io, Europa, Ganymede, and
Calisto, clearly tagalong moons in almost tactile orbits and it is the kind of
thing where you must keep looking and you want them to shut the hole in the dome:
Jupiter is too real out there with nothing separating you except a billion
stupid miles.
