I can see Jupiter from my window.

I can see Jupiter from my window.

I stare at it every night and speculate its brightness.

It’s the biggest planet in our solar system, but from my window it looks like the tiny head of a pin.

The head of a pin with a 350-year-old storm raging on its grainy surface.

I can see Jupiter from my window and my storm’s only just begun.

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