Already the countdown has begun: 4 billion years until Andromeda collides with the Milky Way, rupturing forever that footpath through the forest of dreamers jewels. I would scoff, if I did not recall the tracery of fine hairs swirled across an infant skull like the softest of inbound galaxies. Andromeda, all your starry wonders cannot salve the ache of baby teeth chanced upon, this 2 am., at the bottom of a bedside drawer.