THIS IS MOI MAINTENANT V. 23

This week I saw a comet. It was different than all of the other stars, different than anything I’d seen before. Big and blue and hazy, with a tail that reached up tall above it. You could see it with the naked eye, but when you trained the binoculars in, you could make out the ion trail feather out in all it’s space jam glory. The ancient chunk of ice (4.6 billion years old!) is 64 million miles away from earth, and it’s casually covered in dark sooty particles from the formation of the universe. This weekend may be your last chance to see it because the moon is feeling it’s Beyonce-self and won’t allow for much more side-action. Look toward the northwestern sky and find the Big Dipper – the comet will be right under the scooper, above the horizon. If you don’t cash it outside now, you’ll have to holler back in 6800 years, when it zooms by Earth again. This is me now!