This evening I was walking home from the train station at around 11pm (roughly half an hour ago) and I saw the constellation of Orion for the first time this Summer.
Everytime this happens -- my first Summer glimpse of Orion, or my first Winter glimpse of Scorpio -- a thrill rushes through me. These two constellations mark the seasons as surely as anything. One day you look up and there they are, celestial signals, timeless, ageless.
It is of course not the first evening this year Orion has been visible rising in the eastern sky, but it is the first time I have seen it. I wasn't looking for it, but there it was.
Summer is finally here.