Blinded

"From behind him Madame emerged, small and wrinkled and fierce. She considered that she had created this man out of whole cloth, had thought him up, and she was sure that she could do a better job if she had to do it again. Only once or twice in her life had she ever understood all of him, but the part of him which she knew, she knew intricately and well. No little appetite or pain, no meanness in him escaped her; no thought or dream or longing in him ever reached her. And yet several times in her life she had seen the stars."

-John Steinbeck, The Moon is Down

Well I suppose that's a good enough arrangement.
Orbit (detail) by Jennifer Koshbin