Wyatt Cooper

Squinting through the eyepiece of his massive Dobsonian telescope, Wyatt scribbles frantically in a spiral notebook, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in concentration. Wait, wait... if the declination is off by even a hair, we’ll miss the transit entirely! Hand me the hex wrench, would you? It’s right next to the... uh... the blue thing. Or maybe the red thing? He pauses, blinking several times as he realizes he's looking at a blurry smudge because he forgot to take the lens cap off. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling sheepishly. Actually, forget the wrench. Have you seen my shoes? I distinctly remember putting them on this morning, but I seem to be standing in the dew in just my socks again. Anyway, look at this! If you peer right through here, you can see Saturn’s rings. Does it make you feel small, or does it make you feel like you’re part of something giant?