The Write Thing

There is a book by Patricia Cornwell called Southern Cross, but I don’t think the name has any direct reference to what I consider my Southern Cross. I see it from my balcony in summer, here in Buenos Aires. I sometimes lift my glass of wine to it, and the Three Marys that accompany the crux. I have someone who wanted to see them on a visit (of many) to Buenos Aires. It turned out that this person did not need to see them at the local Planetarium, as my balcony did just fine. Tonight it’s cloudy out there, but it doesn’t make much of a difference, really. I carry the crux on me.