I watched the twin suns of Apollo rise majestically above the burning horizon; creating turbulent golden flares that lit up the barren terrain of Andromeda Four; followed by showers of fiery rain that pounded against the craggy rocks and cremated the landscape.
I watched the eerie glow in the ice caverns of Narnia: frosty hydrogen stalagmites stretching upward to their stalactite partners in a surreal embrace; liquid helium dripping into clear rippling pools.
I watched a cluster of twinkling turquoise stars from the Evangelical galaxy; glistening against the harsh night sky, become greedily swallowed by the devil’s black hole.
I watched the sea green rings of Saturnus twirl like a ballerina’s tutu; silky, shimmering softness, that captured my soul.
But I couldn’t watch my precious Angelica hug the lop-eared bunny that Santa mailed from Terminal Nine - with all my love, from Daddy.
Maybe I could, next Christmas…