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“Dear Leo, that’s not a star. That’s a weather buoy on a lake three miles behind your house. Its light reflects off thin cloud layers. The wobble is waves.”

Frustrated, he posted on an astronomy forum: “What’s the wobbly star above 34° N, visible only after 1 a.m.?” mydrunkenstar.com

He drove out to the lake the following evening. The buoy was rusty, lonely, but steadfast—bobbing not from clumsiness, but from doing its job: warning boats away from rocks. Leo sat on the shore, no camera, no whiskey. Just watched it dip and rise. “Dear Leo, that’s not a star

The helpful part came next.

Leo laughed out loud. For months, he had been blaming the heavens for something earthly. He had anthropomorphized a buoy into a drunken failure. The wobble is waves

He went home, deleted the “failed” photos, and kept one: a single frame where the buoy’s light stretched into a long, laughing streak across the water. He titled it