Ain’t no seasons in space. None, none at all. But that don’t mean its gorgeous glimpses don’t provide invocations of places, times, and specific sentiments. Like a Winter Wonderland.
NGC 6357 ain’t fucking around. The diffuse nebula is churning out some of the most massive stars smarter people than me have ever discovered. What gives? Why is it behaving in such a manner? Life is short, do work. Do work, son!