Just tracked a tiny comet no one’s named yet

It was barely a flicker in the dark, a smudge of grey against the starfield near Cassiopeia. I’d been up since midnight, chasing this thing through my old refractor—didn’t even have a proper tracking mount, just a tripod and stubbornness. It moved so slowly, like it didn’t care if anyone saw it. But I did. And for twenty minutes, I swear it winked back. The silence after was heavier than usual. Like the sky had exhaled.