|Charlie, "One eye on the hoomin, ..."|
|Espresso, "Time to post a nap ;-)"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
Mr. Spressos sat on the bench and watched the insects berserking around the street light. The park was still dark and empty. Agent Hoomin was late for the meeting that he called, and when he arrived, he sat down and started at something far in the distance. The moonless and starless night was so dark that he stared at nothing.
"You have that look again, Agent Hoomin, like you had discovered something," said Mr. Spressos.
Agent Hoomin turned and looked at Mr. Spressos, surprised, as if he saw an apparition.
"I figured it out, you know. You've been sitting on it all along, mixing it with raisins, hoping I would never catch on," Agent Hoomin rasped with agitation. Mr. Spressos lowered his eyelids a little and locked his gaze on the hoomin.
"The dark matter, most of it, all of it, it's made of uncertainty, isn't it!? And you knew all along." seethed the hoomin.
Mr. Spressos tried not to wince. He checked his watch.
"Agent Hoomin, let the planet rotate, oh, I'm guessing, another fifteen degrees. That nearest star of ours will come into view again. Let those photons break you up - and put you back together."
Both turned to stare at the night again, counting the degrees. The star would come into view again, wouldn't it?
Good Night, and Good Luck!