Wild Things Of The South Island

Share Tweet This far south, the stars seem like they could fall right out of the sky. Tug the blanket of blue holding them up and they’ll flutter down on our heads like snow. We sit—two Dutch, a kiwi, and an American—passing around a beer, looking up. The stars of the southern hemisphere are all new to me; I can’t find the arrangement of constellations I grew up learning the names of.