Gemotions

He bounced on his heels as he approached the telescope, practically vibrating with energy. The late-night chill was forgotten. My boy, Michael, had taken to astronomy like a supernova to darkness. I, a devoted amateur astronomer, had initially showed him the constellations, and now he was devouring everything. He was pointing at a cluster of stars that he had identified himself. His face was lit by the faint glow of the eyepiece, and every sentence was punctuated with rapid-fire questions about nebulae and black holes. The quiet intensity I felt observing the universe was now a shared experience.