Just tracked a faint comet with my old telescope

It was barely visible—just a smudge in the eyepiece, like a breath on glass. I’d been chasing it for three nights, adjusting focus and frame, half-afraid I’d imagined it. But last night, there it was: a slow, silent drift through Taurus. I didn’t take a photo. Too cold. Too quiet. Just me, the sky, and the absurd joy of seeing something no one else will ever notice. Sometimes I think that’s all astronomy is—proof you were awake when the universe whispered.