Lost

Part of what I enjoy about traveling is intentionally becoming lost.  In Glenorchy, I had the chance to look up at the Southern sky.  I picked out the Southern Cross but other than that — not knowing any other constellations, not being able to name a single star — I was utterly, completely, delightfully lost.  For the first time since I was a small child, the sky was illegible.  It was like being transported to a distant solar system or into Earth’s distant past or future.