Two tails

Tonight might be a good night to go out, set up the spotting scope, and look for Comet Lulin. I wonder which of its two tails I'd wag my finger at. I can already see the yellow dust tail on the left, hanging there like a coyote's in a snow-covered stubble field as it waits for a vole to move beneath its paws. And I can already see my breath surrounding the scope as I look at the glowing blue ion tail on the right, a tail that reminds me of another breath. The breath of a little girl. A little girl hiding inside a fort, waiting to pelt the enemy with snowballs. My aim was good. Even then. Even then I was always right. Always pointing away from the sun.