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Fleeting Stars
Nov. 12th, 2015 11:42 pmAccording to my Astronomical Astronomer's Almanac to All Things Astronomy, tonight is a good night to see shooting stars! So I took a break from transcribing star charts and maps onto transparencies for my talk, brewed a fresh pot of chocolate peppermint spice tea and went out on my balcony to watch the sky.
The stars are easier to see here than in Canterlot. Not only are there fewer lights in Ponyville, but my Friendship Treecastle is outside of Ponyville itself. I get a better view than I did from the top branch platform on the Golden Oak library.
I saw a dozen shooting stars before I called it a night. A few of them teased the Ursa Minor, zipping past her head. They're much too fast to get swatted. I wonder what motivates these stars, that they aren't just content to be fixed stars, or to join a constellation?
There were quite a few yak hay buyers at the market. They select the finest, softest bales from the cut and have them delivered to the train station. From there the train hauls them to the Crystal Empire on hay cars. The yaks use carts to take the hay the rest of the way to Yakyakistan. Good thing I ordered my hay in advance, the best of the 3rd cut is selling off fast and the prices have tripled already. Applejack collected the last of her bales off her fields yesterday, just in time for peak demand! She should deliver my order of 15 bales tomorrow.
The stars are easier to see here than in Canterlot. Not only are there fewer lights in Ponyville, but my Friendship Treecastle is outside of Ponyville itself. I get a better view than I did from the top branch platform on the Golden Oak library.
I saw a dozen shooting stars before I called it a night. A few of them teased the Ursa Minor, zipping past her head. They're much too fast to get swatted. I wonder what motivates these stars, that they aren't just content to be fixed stars, or to join a constellation?
There were quite a few yak hay buyers at the market. They select the finest, softest bales from the cut and have them delivered to the train station. From there the train hauls them to the Crystal Empire on hay cars. The yaks use carts to take the hay the rest of the way to Yakyakistan. Good thing I ordered my hay in advance, the best of the 3rd cut is selling off fast and the prices have tripled already. Applejack collected the last of her bales off her fields yesterday, just in time for peak demand! She should deliver my order of 15 bales tomorrow.
