In his song “4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy),” Bruce Springsteen mentions a disappointing development. “That waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me,” he sings. “She said she won’t set herself on fire for me anymore.” I’m assuming nothing like that has happened to you recently, Scorpio. Just the opposite: I bet there are attractive creatures out there who would set themselves on fire for you. If for some reason this isn’t true, fix the problem! You have a cosmic mandate to be incomparably irresistible.

Perhaps I’ll leave a trail of tinder in my wake…

• full moon rising over the mountain next door
• the perseid’s still falling, so meteors
• a stray satellite or two
• billion stars
• lightning. streaking, forked, sideways

zero light pollution, aside from the campfire. lovely lovely. the random gale force winds at 5 am were less lovely…