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The Dog Star
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- Sep 3, 2024
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- 496
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Summary
September is my favorite month for several reasons. Once the haze dissipates, the crowds that come with summer in a beach town also disappear, especially now that social networks have attracted swarms of people to remote places. It is also a time for farewells to summer romances, a theme often found in coming-of-age novels. The posh urban girl promises to keep in touch with the besotted villager but ultimately doesn't, as the intense passion often fades with the return to daily life. I'm fortunate enough to sleep in front of a folding window. Until the cold arrives, I open it wide so I can look at the Moon and constellations rising from the east behind a pine grove. This killing view often motivates to get up early before the sun comes up and blinds me completely if I am a slacker. Just yesterday, I witnessed a fabulous aurora where Sirius rose–the Dog Star–twinkling madly with flashes of red and blue. Above, the constellation of the hunter Orion was drawing his bow. These are the constellations of the end of summer that I know by heart. They are like the brilliant coming-of-age novels that flicker in my imagination. I will proceed to name them as distant stars, pointing to the beautiful women who inspired them and to the brilliant authors who sang them to grace them with the kiss of eternity. And the communicating vessels that all these works have. They are nothing more than short novels, also known as novellas, far from the canon of the twelve hundred thousand words of the classic novel. Even the brightest among them is so short that it can be read aloud in an afternoon, something I used to do when I was young for anyone who had the patience to listen to me. Back in the day, I was quite forward-thinking. Nowadays, most young people don't seem to read more than a para…