Sally’s astronomy professor — he looked so much like a young Antonio Banderas — had brought the class outdoors.
He hopped up to sit on a tree trunk, manspreading and then mansplaining.
“Imagine early man,” he said, waving towards the sky, “watching the sunrise — he must have thought that was God. And then the sunset — God leaving the day in a blaze of color. And the next day a rainbow, maybe, a fragile arc of brilliant colors, that man can never quite reach….”
A handsome man who could talk about God. Whoa. Sally closed her eyes briefly, then raised her hand.
“Professor Gonzalez, please, will you show us the night sky as well?”