I’m always pulled toward Orion, that steady band of three stars that feel like a quiet promise in the night, a gentle reminder that even in the vast darkness there’s a simple, familiar pattern that guides us.

I remember standing on my parents’ porch when I was a kid, the air still warm from the day, and their hands pointing out the three bright stars as if they were the most important things in the sky. We talked about how Orion was like a friendly firefly that could light up even the darkest night, and it felt like a promise that we’d always have a guide in the stars. It’s a simple memory, but it still makes me smile when I see Orion.

It’s funny how a little star can feel like a hug when the world is quiet. I always picture that porch and those hands pointing up, and Orion’s steady line of stars feels like a promise that no matter how far the light has traveled, it’s still there to guide us. It’s a small comfort that keeps the night from feeling too big.