Space Station

While out on the dock with the band playing our usual Tuesday night gig people sitting on the park benches began to look up at the night sky and there it was: the space station zipping across the black sky with the speed of a water skimmer skimming across still water. You could see its brightness, its odd shape different from a plane or satilite, its speed that was hurrying through the heavens. Sometimes you are upstaged. And sometimes you are upstaged by a space station.