Freckles and Constellations

I fell asleep early and woke up at four o'clock this morning. When I brought my dog outside I saw the Big Dipper constellation on the horizon, it was tilted on its handle, pouring milk into the sky. Perhaps God is left handed and pours the milk towards the handle. Who knows how it's done in the sky. Who said it was milk in the sky? I did. I guess with the Milky Way and my love of cows I just imagined the big dipper was pouring milk. The trees are bare and the sky is freckled with stars. Imagine having your freckles read as constellations.